I’m heading back to California next month but that’s not what’s important here. What’s important is why isn’t everyone screaming about The Alabama Shakes and how good they are?
I left London a couple of days ago and am now riding out my time in Brighton, which is way cooler than I thought it would be. Even though I spent most of my time relaxing at eMber and Michael’s house, I managed to have some fun.
I’ll update more later (long story short: had the best time in Bath with Lucy, currently in Bristol which is merely “meh” in comparison), but in the meantime, here’s Louis Prima and Keely Smith singing “Hey Boy! Hey Girl!” and being the best.
*I know things didn’t work out between them in the end, but just watch the damn video, dammit.
After Edinburgh, I took a train south to York for two nights. It’s a very pretty medieval town, but I felt one full day there was sufficient. I took yet another great free city walking tour, and this one was really free–my host explained that she and the other guides don’t accept tips. They volunteer their time because they just really love York and are happy to share it while we spend money elsewhere in town.
Aside from the walking tour, I didn’t do much in York. I wandered around the Shambles a bit (their main touristy commercial thoroughfare) and went to the same wine bar by the river two nights in a row. I kept thinking of the Theodoric of York sketches from the 70s era of Saturday Night Live. I don’t think they have medieval barbers anymore.
I passed up what is probably Edinburgh’s most popular tourist attraction: Edinburgh Castle. And it was directly across from my hostel. It would have been so easy.
I don’t know what to tell you except I just wasn’t interested enough to spend the 18 pounds necessary to enter. Maybe I even liked the idea of it just being that nice big castle on the other side of the road. Plus, there’s always already an Edinburgh Castle I’ve been to and loved. It’s a dive bar in San Francisco my dad introduced me to. So that was that.