London: Rich Bitch at the Ritz
Surely my toe is fractured. I could barely walk. I couldn’t move. I winced in pain with each step I took, but like the noble and brave young man that […]
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Day 9: Paris/London
I barely do mornings in America, I certainly don’t do them here in Europe. There is little chance for me ever becoming a morning person. I’m not sure if it’s […]
Day 2: London
As I awoke, we were still on the effing plane. This was taking forever. Everybody always says that it isn’t about the destination, it’s about the trip. Well, I hate […]
London – Day 2 “More Common Pursuits”
Still basking in our glorious triumph over the other two million losers who were in the London streets vying for a glimpse of the Royals, Ma and I hurried back […]
