Look kids, Big Ben!

Visiting the UK is the best ego booster EVER. A history of weekends in the British empire:

• Fall 2001: Stef flies over Atlantic for first time to visit Anna at LSE. Weekend of debauchery, falling asleep standing up, getting hit on incessantly (quote from friend Mark "Is it always like this when you two go out?"), and innaugural upchuck moment in major European city. Establishment of bouncer bonding. (Not sure when Anna said this, but has always stayed with me: "British girls are ugly")
• Summer 2003: Radcliffe goes to Henley. To quote myself: "Best vacation someone else's money can buy." Week of long skirts and weird hats, male-to-female ratio of 11:1, public grouping, Strongbow, and UW heavies. First encounter with outdoor sex and adults who drink before noon (waaaaaaay before noon -- "Go slower!").
• Spring 2006: Pleasure/business in London. Luggage explodes on belt, exposing thongs but resulting in free suitcase. Leigh and Stef enjoy house music, misue their bodies, and dance like bellends. Business trip deteriorates into bottles of tequila and karaoke. Inital understanding of expense account abuse.
• Summer 2007: Long weekend in London/Oxford. Explanation of the British "butter face" theory to fellow international coworkers. Evenings of excessive drinking and dancing. Record with bouncers continues. (Not sure when Leigh said this, but has always stayed with me: "British guys like American women because British girls don't give head." This doesn't mean I gave any bouncers head, but rather that your accent = the potential that you'll give head. Or something like that.)