Today was a beautiful day in England (more about that, later, when I’m able to post pictures)…. and tomorrow is the reception for Megan’s wedding. It is suppose to rain super hard tomorrow. That blows.

Today, we went to the grocery store and bought a bunch of groceries for the party. Everyone is bringing stuff, but they decided it was mostly salads, so they needed more main course items. They bought frozen pizzas, and because they have a small little mini fridge, we had to bake them today, and them we just wrapped them in aluminum foil, and then we will re-heat them tomorrow. Megan thought that maybe we could store the pizzas in the bathtub with ice to keep them chilled, but they decided baking them was the best decision. Then, Mac came home with 18 bottles of wine, and he was like “How are we going to chill it???” And I said “you can just chill it tomorrow when you chill the soda… it only will need to chill in ice for about an hour.” But he thought that it had to chill forever (over night, at least). He started to fill the bathtub up with cold water (I don’t know what is up with them using their bathtub as a faux-freezer…. they just need to get a regular sized fridge! Problem solved.) But then he wondered “How will I chill the bottles without the labels coming off?” So I insisted that he did NOT have to chill them overnight. He didn’t believe me, so then he looked it up on the Internet, and came to the conclusion that “Americans are crazy, because they say wine only needs to be chilled for one hour.” Told you so!! Then, because he had a bathtub filled with cold water, he decided to soak his feet in it, because he didn’t want to waste the water.

Then, he took some outside and watered plants with it, as to not waste it again.

But its going to rain tomorrow, so the plants didn’t really need to be watered.

Oh, and they don’t have a back up plan for it raining. And the reception is planned out in a park. With no tent, or no cover-up. Fuuuuuuuuuun.

In Britain, it’s usually cloudy and dull pretty much every day. We experienced that weather the first few days. It was very chilly for being August - mid 60s maybe? It was definitely long pants and sweater weather! After being in the south west where it was sunny and hot nearly everyday, plus being at a high elevation where the sun seemed hotter anyway, it was a definite change I was not prepared for, nor enjoyed.

But when it DOES get sunny, the British go a bit bonkers. It happened to be really sunny on Saturday, and all morning Mac kept saying “let’s go outside!!!” He didn’t want to do anything; just stand outside. For him, it was important just to be outside and to soak up the sun’s rays. Meg and I were eating lunch, and I looked out and saw Mac just standing in the yard. Then when we walked into town, we made sure to walk on the side of the street that the sun was shining on.

I guess when British people don’t get much sun, they sure feel that it’s important to throughly enjoy it when it’s around.