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London that Night…


So, of course, we follow them into the bathroom. A giant guy and one of the smartest (and coolest) girls I’ve ever met tell me to follow them into a bathroom in London.  What the heck?  I’m following them in!  … Continue reading

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London…


I’m a New Yorker.  I’m used to walking.  I like to walk.  Thank goodness everyone else does too.  MB and I hold hands as we all walk for a while and we’re pointed out famous statues, streets where movies have … Continue reading

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Greece… London…


I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes, roll over in bed and notice MB is gone.  He’s already up and hanging out on the beach with everyone.  It seems I’m the last one up so I eat some breakfast, … Continue reading

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Still in Europe…


MB and I hang out in Italy for a while with Boyfriend, Girlfriend and Boyfriend’s family.  We travel to small towns around the area and go to lavish parties that I most likely wouldn’t be going to under normal circumstances.  It was quite … Continue reading

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MB – Europe 5


Brother of a King and Sister-in-Law of a King meet us at the airport.  We do a few quick introductions, pile into some cars and head off to their place.  MB and I decide to stay low and just hang out in our room but they … Continue reading

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Meeting MB – IV


That morning on the bench near the ice rink turns into an afternoon and evening.  And the following day.  And the next.  And the next. MB rarely goes to his club.  When I ask him why he says he isn’t really a … Continue reading

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