Fuck you, Eyjafjallajökull

(meant to publish this 18 April)

I wasn't able to do any of that crazy trip i was supposed to do because of volcanic ash from iceland, a volcano whose name appropriately makes use of a northern european umlaut. for me, meetings in amsterdam, barcelona, and la coruna cancelled. And i missed renee's wedding in new orleans.

and the weather was gorgeous for the weekend, which was simultaneously a nice consolation and a stinging slap in the face. I know the silica particles are not visible in the air - but you'd hope that if volcanic ash is preventing flights, there would at least be a sympathetic cloud in the sky. it was instead the clearest 72 hours of london sky i've ever seen.

I spent it in the park with lucy's friends drinking and playing "rounders" (british version of baseball) to celebrate Rifl's birthday. we went to this really terrible/awesome jamaican restaurant called the globe with a club underneath it that is basically an unlit basement with no ventilation. we had jamaican chow mein (!??!) at 4 AM. we drank horrrrible shots of tequila.

one of the guys that was there, Quinn, had a 10 day trip to Chicago and San Francisco for his brother's 30th birthday cancelled. quinn and a lot of pimms made my situation feel a lot less tragic.