Doing It Up London Style

Well, for all those that need to know, Jess and I made ti alive. We're here in Londontown and I managed to get a few hours sleep in the meantime. Jet lagged and fabulous, we slept till noon today, 7am our time. Jess and rolled out of bed in the dank apartment.

We live ina townhouse in a flat on the top floor. The place itself, at first glance isn't so bad but I never thought that what I'd miss most would be good American plumbing. Our toilet doesn't flush until u push the clutch a few times; good hard arm pumping. The sink doesn't turn on until u really hit the knobs; and when it does, no telling what temperature the water will be. The shower has to be pumped, and even then, again, no temperature. I took a bath by letting the boiling hot come out of the tap until the ancient pipes were hot enough to let the cold become warm once it was out. Then I just stayed under until it got so cold I had to repeat this process again. Jess and I are here at an internet cafe. We are however, enjoying all the suited men. Loving men with jobs; men who adore little American girls with spunk and flavor.

Flavor?

It still ahsn't sunk in, however, that I'm not at home anymore and won't be for another few weeks. I keep telling Jessica, it feels like we're in some odd part of NY, I just keep thinking we can go home; forgetting that that would mean a seven hour flight. I'm getting comfortable, though, I rembered where I was when I woke up.

I called Jags last night and told him all my woes. As much as I ahte the man its good to know he'll always be around. He's coming through on Thursday and his hotel is just down the winding street we live on.

Something pretty about London; not sparkly like NYC, but pretty and dark at the same time, like grass after a rainshower.