Notting Hill was a sucky movie

Not that I need to see it to pass judgment, you understand.

So last night Deanna and I were the only ones who went out, because everyone else had to wake up early today for a day trip to Bath. So we went to Leicester Square to check out a jazz club we read about, but it looked to be a real dive, so we tubed over to Notting Hill and found a local pub for dinner and drinks.

Today I slept in while Deanna went to a museum, and in the afternoon we met up and went to the National Portrait Gallery. My British history must be a little rusty, because I can honestly say I've never heard of 75% of the people features. The more modern sections were pretty neat though.

After that we caught a nice late lunch/early dinner at a fish and chips place about a mile from our flat. A big meal like that (we both got full English breakfasts) and we needed a nap. So now we've just woken up and people have started to come back into the city from their weekends away. As to what tonight holds, I don't know, but I do know tomorrow we're checking out the BBC, so I'm very excited about that.