I bought tickets to London last night. I'm flying out in October. I'm stupid excited for the trip.
I'm not sure if Chris knows this, but his freshly waxed betrothed has already offered to let me sleep on their couch. As such, I have decided that I will spend a week at their house, raiding their fridge and underwear drawers while they are at work. At night I will sneak into their bedroom and give Chris the earwig treatment. I hope they have satellite TV.
I'm kidding, but the offer of couch lodging has probably been rescinded, anyway.
Actually, most of my time will be spent in Cymru, attempting to ingratiate myself with the locals -- specifically those at Cardiff University's School of Welsh. I will also be getting a chance to hear my friend Shiona sing and perhaps watching Wales lose to Azerbaijan (hey, I'm a realist).