full of moxie and viscosity

I am sitting in a smart London flat with five of my favorite people in the entire universe. I've taken a nap, had some food, washed my face and peed. Once I change my clothes we'll be on our way to a fun London pub for expensive drinks and some more food (hopefully?). This is really happening. I woke up from my nap with a horrible, horrible Charlie Horse. Wondering why I spend time in California with people who treat me like I'm an idiot, or not a very nice person, or silly, or young. Though I am all of those things, I would prefer to not be reminded of them, but rather reminded of my ability to move from them. I haven't been doing that. Also, London is so different... so new and fresh, witty, lit, smoky.... I'm into it. This is some place I could hang my hat, were I to have one.