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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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Still London…


The afternoon turns into evening and we’re back at the hotel to clean up and change.  I put on the slinkiest dress and the highest heels I can find and MB and I are down in the lobby with everyone … 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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London…


Giant Bodyguard shakes his head, turns on his heel and keeps walking.  Antarctic Sister is laughing again.  Drummer Boy is wondering what’s going on.  Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Brother of Boyfriend and MB stare at me.  I take MB’s hand and we all walk towards … Continue reading

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Not Quite London Yet…


The rest of the morning and early afternoon are a whirlwind of activity.  People saying goodbye to each other, packing, eating and laughing.  Sister-In-Law of a King takes me on one last walk through her garden and tells me I must … Continue reading

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Italy…


More dancing, more drinking.  We grow tired of the tiki club and wander out on to the street and into the cars.  Giant Bodyguard, Antarctic Sister, MB and I get in one and everyone else gets in the other two cars.  MB sits … Continue reading

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