A Real British Weekend

We decided that we were tired of being cheap and sitting in our rooms all the time so we planned a weekend out. I had to work on Saturday so when I got off work, we all went to a pub that I found in my Let's Go book. They had good, cheap cider, but it wasn't the best place to meet anyone.
On Sunday we went to the British Museum and the cinema. The British Museum is most likely the worst laid of museum that I have ever been to, with ever worse label cards. Regardless of that, it was quite impressive. They house the Rosetta stone (not as impressive as I thought it would be--kind of like the Mona Lisa), dozens of mummies, Greek vases (I was able to impress Kelly and Frank with my wee bit of knowledge on Greek mythology/vases because of a class at WU), and a whole room devoted to clocks. Pretty amazing stuff. And we only saw the top floor!
The tubes were all screwy this weekend so we had to work hard to get to where we were going. After what felt like ten train changes, we got to the cinema. Kelly and I saw Marie Antoinette and the boys saw Borat. We each liked our pick but Kelly and I were dissapointed that there was no beheading. Came home, had some ice cream, and got in bed.