London Baby

So we went to London. On a train, in case you were wondering. We stayed in a hostel in Piccadilly Circus, which was the greatest location ever fro a hostel because we could walk to a lot of major a attractions, and we were amongst all the theatre for the West end shows. Anyways our room was made of a pair of bunk beds, Allie and I occupying top bunk of both, and Margaret on bottom left; bottom right was empty...but not for long. Our room mate moved in while we were out for a walk, we had not met them but there stuff was there. He did not return that night to even sleep in his bed. The next day however, Allie and I left Margaret in the room for no more then five minutes, and returned to find out our new bed mate had come and gone. in this short span of Time good reliable Margy learned his name, age, where he was from, what he was doing here, and why he had not spent the night in our room with his stuff the night before. his name was Johaness, from Italy, in London for a min-break holiday. Allie and I referred to him as Jojo from then on out, and never once got as in depth as conversation with him as my mom- new bff obviously.



Anyways the first night we let no time lapse during our short stay and wen to see Grease. Well let me tell you it is the word. Immense. I'm sure some of you know this, but for those who don't; musicals give me a boner. I said it, I don't know what it is, they float my boat. Immediately after seeing them I delve into delusions of myself becoming a part of Broadway, even with my lack of vocal talents, zero dance training, and as much coordination as a deaf dumb and blind baby horse. Long story short Grease was incredible, most specifically one added scene where backup dancers come out of shower stalls in small towels holding large lufas in interesting places. My favorite character was backup dancer #2 a tall, blond flamboyant fellow who could high kick his ass off, Rizzo was a close 2nd.



The next days we went on another free guided tour. it was put on by the same company that we did the Edinburgh tour with, however there was less gun-hoed-ness by Margaret in becoming long lasting besties with this tour guide. We saw basically everything you would want to: Buckingham palace, changing of the guard, Parliament, big Ben, Westminster Abbey, the filming of a T-mobile commercial featuring Pink, Trafalgar Square, the London eye, Wellington Arch, red phone booths. We then went for a detailed tour of West Minster Abbey which was really really cool, and I highly recommend- unless you see dead people, cause then you'd be bombarded.