Ice Ice Baby

While we have escaped to London for the weather, which in itself is a nauseating thought, my friends and I decided to escape the temperate zone entirely, and spent a grueling 45 minutes in the infamous Ice Bar. The walls, tables, chairs, bar, and glasses were made of ice, and we were given parkas with big furry hoods--we half expected Sarah Palin to pop out from behind one of the icicle poles.

It was a frozen tundra, and although our lips were blue, our breath hung heavy in the air, and our fingers had fallen off and were strewn across the floor, but we had to stay because apparently being cold was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

And truly, I don't know the next time I will be partying in an igloo again.