This past weekend the whole Crowley crew (me + mom + dad + katie) all made the trek over to London to visit Jonathan before the end of the semester (he's studying abroad through Syracuse). I got in on Saturday morning, slept all afternoon then went to some pub around the corner from Jonathan's flat.


At the pub, here's the five of us in one of the secret booths. It's a shame you can't see my Dad's girly fruity drink (and why do I look so stoopid in all these photos?)


And, about 30 minutes later, my mom and dad making out in the booth. (Ah-ha! Note the fruity drink on the right)


And, 30 minutes after that, me and katie chillin'.


We spent Sunday night schlepping around Leister Square trying to find something, anything that was open. No luck - not even The Vindigo could help us get our drink on. I know it was Easter Sunday, but what kind of city shuts down at 11p??


After dinner Monday night, we headed to William Wallace, another pub around the corner from Jay's flat (and coincidentially, across the street from Marla's flat - who knew?). We started off shooting darts...


... which my dad eventually won. Anyway, we then swithed over to Super Darts(tm) where each of us would throw in a pound, stand twice as far back, and whoever threw closest to the bull won. If you hit the rug, you had to throw in another pound. If you hit the floor you had to throw in another two.


This is the best I could do to hitting the center. This lousy toss netted me 5 pounds after Jay hit the floor and Big Dig was on the rug.


Mmmm... pints and mobile devices.


My dad getting a styrofoam beatdown on the way back from the William Wallace.


This is from late night Monday - Katie cleaning up the mess from the fight Saturday night (where I got whacked with a broomstick and Jonathan got a beat down with the buzzer/telephone). Nice flag, loser.