Amnesia and a Birthday

Well it's been awhile since my last entry, the past two weeks I kept telling myself, "oh hey I'll just write for a few days when I get the chance," no big deal right? WRONG. I don't really remember much of the weekend of June 10, not necessarily because I was out all night but because time really flies by here. Even the day just seems to be in fast forward mode. So the quaint little details I would have for whoever reads this for that weekend are, well, lost to me now. I'm sorry! But I'm sure it was a great weekend because if it wasn't I'd probably remember that...

Coffee = life

Oh good grief what was I thinking! The Queen's Jubilee was that weekend! Yes I believe it was Saturday June 10 and I was exhausted from the night before trying to get home from Soho! The Queen's Jubilee is basically an official celebration of her birthday (her real birthday is in April) and her husband the Duke of Edinburgh turned 90 a few days before that. I watched an interview of him on BBC, he's very witty, had plenty of little quips for the interviewer. Anyways, we, meaning myself, Kate, Lauren, Katie, and Janel, got up at the crack of about half past 9 (9:30) and headed over to the underground. We were struggling by the time we got out of the tube, it has a tendency to dehydrate you to the point of fainting, so we made a be-line to the nearest coffee stand and grabbed some lattes and crescents.
The actual procession at Buckingham was short and difficult to really see anything because we were on the opposite side of the entry gates. We did it a small glimpse of her majesty (I feel other worldly using that term) and Camila and Kate Middleton I THINK. I'm basing this off of the color of their hats so don't get too giddy about it just yet.

The Royal Mews making an entrance.

The real excitement was when one of the horses in the Royal Mews - the mews or stables of the Royal family - became spooked or agitated and could not stay in line with the other probably 100 horses. He would flare up and kick and the audience would gasp. His poor rider did his best but there was one point where he was basically bucked and the horse came down on top of him. However his training, stemming from hundreds of years of training, served him well. He got back up and a fellow officer helped him mount the horse again. There was a moderate applause from the crowd, people were unsure whether or not to do so, I guess so the officer could maintain face. The uniforms of the Royal Mews are something to behold as well. Ornate and regal, their helmets come to a point in the center of their heads with red tassels hanging down, I don't know what purpose that once served but I'd be interested to find out.