Deck the Halls with Boughs of Rorry!!!

With three posts in three days, I'm really on a roll. Unfortunately, this will be a binocular a mini-post since I'm hijacking McDonalds wi-fi with my iPhone. My thumbs are almost too big for the buttons, so it makes for awkward blogging. Anyways, I mainly just wanted to share this story for the benefit of my father. Since he always claims "Oh, I don't need any gifts from your trip. Just get something for you," let this be my gift to him.

Last night for dinner, our group of intrepid geologists ventured into London's Chinatown for some strongly flavored food (one can only have garden peas so many times.) And in our desire to branch out, we ordered the huge, multiple course dinner for our entire group in the hoes of trying new and interestings things. Jackpot. Not only did we get good food. No no no. We got a duck. A fried Chinese duck. I looked up at Alex and Chris sitting across from me, and we all began to sing, "Deck the halls with boughs of rorry! Fa ra ra ra ra ra ra." My work here is done. That story is for you, my dear father. And if some of my less cultured readers don't get the reference, shame on you. Cheers!