two weeks down

ok so I´ve been at this travelling thjing for about two weeks now and its about time that I sat down and wrote something about the experiences i´ve had. wait first i need a cup of coffee...I took a shower too....ok so i landed in london early on a wendsday morning got to the hotel and checked in...this is boring and will take me forever....in london I went to many museums, which all were free, something that desperately needs to be replicated round the world. of particular niterest were the mummies at the british museum, a painting by joan mitchell, not joanny though, that I could have stared at for hours, and a van gough painting of crabs that was one of the most psychedellic things I´ve seen...I´m excited for the rijscstag...other highlights of london include a night of heavy drinking with my brother, dan, and my stepbrother ben. I don´t remember much but there were pictures that depict dan and i wrestling with beers in our hands that went miraculously unspilt, the bruhaha caused by me trying to lick his face....good times...I will try to post the pics on a subsequent post...finally of course was the purpose of my visit to the most expensive place in the world, the wedding between my cousin ruby and gus, henry moore´s grandson. the event was held at henry moores estate in the english countryside, about an hour outside london, andn littered with his statues...the wedding itself was quite a big affair that obvioussly cost a good bit of dollars, but definately had a laid back vibe...oy i´ve got a lot to go...ok..best story of the night...I´m standing outside the giant tent where the party was being held with ben, my stepbro, and jeff the boyfrein of ruby´s sister, were chatting about nothing-in-particular when this rather tall women stumbled up to us with an accent that suggested a scandanavian birth. she was somewhere in her thirties but the age was a tough read as you could tell that at one point she was very pretty however her extracurriclar activities had taken their toll....anyways, she´s babling about some 6 hour motorcycle ride in that sort of haughty artist way where she wants us to wish we were as free as she was. The three of us were trying to understand her slur when she pronounces that she ¨just wants somebody to sweep me off my feet and bring me to the dance floor and dance with me.¨ there was a moment of silence while ben jeff and i stared at each in disbelief, which was broken when I handed ben my beer and proceeded do as asked...so we´re on the dance floor for maybe two minutes when she gets all close and whispers in my ear¨I love your hair...I want to make love to you on the grass, yes, i want to cut off all your hair then make love to you in the country side¨ I politekly demured by saying i´m sorry but i just have too many attachments, we dance d for another couple minutes and then i left for my seat lost in absurdity