The iconic phone booth we really do love.
I come to you with my head hung low. 150 Fridays implies that I should be blogging at least once a week, but perhaps a more befitting name might now be "33 every third Fridays." (somehow that doesn't have the same ring to it does it…) Please refrain from recalculating my new
age.
Alas, I am sure it's been a tough few months without my proper guidance on how to spend a Friday evening. How have you managed?
(Please note the dripping sarcasm, to which I fell inclined to spell out as 150 Fridays has been in hibernation.)
But have no fear because I am back. In a new way. From across the pond.
Yes, I am in London right now working at time.com for a short period of time. So rather than blog about Friday nights in good old
Chitown..I am going to go against the grain of my own blog and share my Friday adventures from London.
I must say my first Friday in London was um…quite a disappointment. That's because it was the Fourth of July. And to those of you who only think of the 4th in terms of no work, beer and sun, please note that I spent my 4th working, pining for the sun and realizing truly for the first time (over beers so that was good) that the British HATE the Fourth of July. It may be a duh factor, but I've never really really had to think about what the holiday signified, until I was thrust into an atmosphere with patriotic Brits who refer to THAT day as the "War of American Independence." Hmmm….interesting. Don't you mean THE Revolution… Or THE day that Uncle Sam got His groove back… SIR!?! (please say the Sir in a faux British accent, it makes the sentence way better) You get my gist.
Go ahead and salute the colors of the flag..American style.
But I must say, that being over here for the Fourth made me proud to be an American (and yes, my fellow American friend Liz and I only sang that triumph song at least 4 times walking down the streets of London…along with many other fine classics like "London Bridge is Falling Down" and "Yankee Doodle Dandy." )
It may have not been my ideal "first" Friday in the great city of London, but I must say, everyone should spend one Fourth of July abroad to gain better appreciation for our fine country. Who knew I was such a patriot (I am kind of creeping myself out actually)…and who knew that I would be frantically racking my brain one night for any remembrance of fourth grade social study lessons.
So please accept my mea culpa for being a fair weathered blogger and get ready for a great summer of the return of "150 Fridays…London style."
Cheers
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Patrice Poltzer
Patrice Poltzer is a graduate student at Northwestern's Medill school of Journalism and a life-long native of Chicago. While some may find it weird that she has anxiety about turning 30 – which is not old- those who know her remember when she cried on her fourteenth birthday because she was upset about “ the passage of time.” Weird? Perhaps.
She is a freelance writer with a concentration in broadcast and multimedia journalism. She used to host an entertainment show called, "Nude Hippo: Your Chicago Show" and yes, she realizes that is a really strange name.
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