back in april, i gave richard a birthday gift of "one perfect day." we set aside 24 hours, and rich picked how he wanted to spend his time, what he wanted to eat and where he wanted to go.
if it had been my perfect day, it would have had an agenda, but on richard's day we decided what to do as the hours passed. we spent almost all day at home, watching the formula one, playing computer games and eating eggs and bacon for brunch. we ventured out for only a few hours in the evening to go swimming at the gym and see a movie. rich loved it; i went a little stir crazy.
last weekend, richard returned the favour for my birthday. but instead of receiving a perfect day, i got the extended version. several months ago, i had seen posters in the tube for the london bikeathon, which was happening on my birthday, and decided to register. what better way to turn thirty-three? but riding in the bikeathon was the tip of my perfect iceberg. richard gave me “one perfect weekend,” starting with friday night dinner with his family, followed by a trip to london on saturday for a visit to the spa, a trip to the theatre and a stay at the cool k west hotel. finally, on sunday, we joined a throng of enthusiastic riders and covered 35 miles of london, pedalling past big ben, the tate gallery, st. paul's cathedral, the dome, the eye, cutty sark, the city and 11 starbucks coffee shops.
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