Christmas Eve in London

What does Christmas Eve in London mean?

Well, it involves Latrice stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to dance to nondescript music coming from a strange flat.

And there's cooking in the London Center kitchen where we discover that we set the oven way too low and therefore having to cook things for 3 times as long.

sssaaqqaaa (a contribution from Latrice, how nice)

We make houses and men and balls of various sizes from Christmas play dough (which, by the way, is the same as the normal stuff).

There's bitching about the fact that we're in London on Christmas as we track Santa and our flight statuses.

And there are pumpkin cookies and spaghetti and tartlets and cheese sticks and garlic bread and oranges and Christmas pudding and such and such, a good portion of which was donated by the amazing staff of the ICLC.

Of course there's a bit of bickering and stuffed animal stealing.

And what would it be without a quick synopsis of the Finnish movie Rare Exports, a new Christmas horror movie about just how evil Santa really is (but can be defeated by the Finns).

Exchanging of camels is a must.

There was even opening of presents from the lovely ICLC staff!

There's skyping with my mother, who I think needs a bit of a haircut, but don't tell her I said that.

Then of course we have the watching of E4's Christmas Friends marathon!

But I suppose it's really about spending the evening with 6 other beautiful stranded girls from Ithaca College.

(but really it's about chocolate)

Merry Christmas from Mia and Latrice!