London Calling

Three days without supervision? I almost didn't know what to do with myself when I flew to London for a quick visit, sans Deets and Mark. Walking around a city without a diaper bag, I constantly felt like I was forgetting something! First thing first? Get lost, get stuck on the Tube for several hours when someone sadly got hit, and get some MEAT before heading to a concert for some late night entertainment.

Greasy BBQ Beef! 

Asteroids Galaxy Tour

I must be getting old. While I enjoyed the Asteroids Galaxy Tour, I was falling asleep before they came on stage at 9:50 PM.

Coughing myself awake the next day, I went to the National Gallery for some Van Gogh, cruised by Westminster Abbey, and said hi to Big Ben. Then the real fun started when I walked into the Wellcome Collection. For those who don't know me, I love blood and guts. I love anything medical and anything related to the human body. So you can imagine how excited I was to see an entire museum dedicated to medicine, and a special exhibit on brains!! It was so cool, I almost peed my pants. With many objects I saw, I thought of someone special who might also appreciate the quirky models.

Perhaps less exciting, but equally interesting, I completed my trip by cruising past St. Paul's Cathedral, the Museum of London (which amazingly lays out London's eventful history of becoming London), and a hello to the Thames River.

For my mom: birthing model.

For my DC neighbors: glass eyeballs.

To a dear friend of high school: enema syringes.
Because it's funny.

To my book club friends:
the painting of Galileo's daughter. 

To my old urology dept:
physician examining a beaker of urine.

To my neuron friends: Trephination kit