Alright, this is the first internet place I've been able to find so I have a lot to recap.
First of all, I had to deal with the crazy Homeland Security dorks at LAX and watched them "shake down" a group of mentally handicapped tourists. "Please remove the Mickey Mouse ears!!" Anyway, as I got closer to the scanner they announced that we would all have to take off our shoes. So, I started to take
off my shoes. The Transportation Security Administration guy then told me that I could leave mine on and that the only thing I was guilty of was a "fashion violation." Are you kidding? I was only wearing green converse all stars but really.... I told him "people in glass houses..." (He was the guy wearing an ill-fitting rented uniform after all.) Anyway, on my flight I was lucky enough to sit near the handicapped people and the women next to me had a knuckle cracking problem. She also really loved the movie Love Actually because she watched it about 4 times in a row and laughed out loud every single time. Isn't there a point where you know what's going to happen and it's just not funny anymore?
I got to London and took the Tube to Piccadilly Circus or "Pic" as natives like myself call it. The little midget terrorizer arrived a couple of hours later and the horror of traveling with a handicapped person in London officially began. What a freakin' nightmare! I have taken more side roads and fashioned more makeshift ramps than most humans. You'd think this town was really old or something. Anyway, Tanyalee had a gig Tuesday night and she was picked up by a driver so I got to explore by myself. I got some dinner and walked around Leicester square. It was pretty cold and rainy though and -- being extra
sensitive because of my lack of exposure to rain in some time -- I opted to stay indoors. Champagne and chocolate-covered fruit are really good compensation for a lack of sunshine.
Tanyalee got back to the hotel at about one in the morning and we watched Stanley Cup hockey for an hour or so. (She's Canadian after all.) The next morning we got up and decided to have lunch at Harrods. After practically circumnavigating Buckingham Palace in a vain attempt to find ramp access to
certain sidewalks, it rained on us and we finally arrived frozen and soaked at Harrods. That, of course, required more alcohol so I had a glass of wine with lunch. Our waiter looked like a non-gay Alan Cummings. He was italian and got a kick our of our crazy american accents. The food wasn't bad either. We ate at the posh Fromage Bar. Afterwards, we volunteered for makeovers and got a ton of perfume samples before I bought some obligatory shoes. (Basic girl stuff.)
We went back to the hotel and cleaned up before we went out on the town. A lot of the restaurants have stairs but we finally found a fairly decent one in Covent Garden. Afterwards we hit a few clubs which were surprisingly full. We drank too much and closed one down finally and Tanyalee drove me home on the back of her scooter. You really haven't visited London until you drive on the back of a scooter offering to give various Londoners "high fives." They don't really know what that means and by the time you explain it you maybe get a "high two" or they're already gone.
My time is almost up so I'll have to tell you more later!
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