London Calling

What a whirlwind the last few days have been.... I think bullet points are in order:

> The first snow storm in 70 years hit London this past Tuesday, and I have offcially been bitten by the polo bug - it was just a memorable day all around.
1. First polo session - I played for 3 hours and even managed to make a goal!!! I am quite proud of myself for my first time (even if the first horse I was on was like clinically dead - I have never kicked anything so hard in my life and he was just walking...) It is the most brilliant game in the world, and I think I am going to become significantly poorer .... (it is SO worth it
2. Snow started just as we got on horses, by the time we got everything sorted and payed for the snow was a bit above my ankles. I was thrilled, but Will and my fellow polo compatriots were less than pleased as they had never driven in that much (that much = 6 inches) of snow before! To make a long story short, every road we went down was either blocked by a downed tree, or a 15 car pile up (they don't have snow tires here..) so poor will was forced to drive with one had and work his GPS with the other. After 2 hours we made it to the train station (an 8 mile journey) to find it suspiciously dark. The entire Potter Bar area had lost power. No trains running. No Cabs. No heat/electricity. Damn. So we walk to the nearest train stop and are met by a woman who tells us that the rain will not be coming because it has run off the road, but if we run we can make it to the train stop in the next town. In full polo gear we run/slip over to the train station and just make the last train back to London. What a night. I got in at 1AM (from a 6PM polo lesson) and I don't remember the last time I was that cold. I think it was a testament to the awesomeness of the polo that I was still in a good mood.

*** Quaint British Image #736: As we were skidding through Potters Bar I was just gazing out at the rolling British countryside - virgin snow, just a bright moon illuminating the fields for as far as the eye can see ..... with about 100-150 bunnies popping their heads up and standing at attention watching the snow fall over blackened Potters Bar ..... *sigh*

> Another polo-related note: I had my first initiation ... it was quite good fun, but unfortunately I misunderstood the dress theme. It said to wear something starting with a P L or O ... I thought they meant clothes starting with a P L or O, so I went in all pink and purple from head to toe. I got there to find Princesses, Lions, Ladybugs, police officers, pandas ... etc *sigh* I am always the oddball, so I don't know why I am surprised by this (note: Will wins the prize for coming as a Public schoolgirl... ) We had party games, a polo pony pinata, and curly straws to drink our boxed wine through - hehe. All would have been well if I did not have to literally carry one of my flat 10 friends home. How did I get elected den mother?

> OMG SHOES.