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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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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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Europe…


I spin around to the bartender and order a shot of something.  Anything at this point.  Just have to get it in me as soon as I can.  I drink foofy drinks.  I can’t handle the hard stuff.  I get … Continue reading

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