Tourist Maximus

London got better.

Heather and Kara met up with us in London on our second day. And how good was it to see her!!!!!!!! I was so excited as soon as I picked her and Kara up from outside of Ripley's believe It or not I took a picture this is it:

As soon as she saw me, she asked me if I had brought an outlet adapter with her so she could use her straightener.

Then we took her and Kara out for fish and chips and Heather got wasted. Just kidding that's just a really bad picture.

We met up the next day and the five us us went on a tour of the London Tower. It was fantastic. So much history, and opportunity to look like a silly American tourist ass hat. We learned about beheading, and got a tour from a very comical beefeater. This is where we decided that we needed to come up with a tour guide ranking system. We haven't worked out the kinks yet, but I'll keep you posted. At one point of the tour we were to enter a church. The Beefeater warned us over and over of a small step to watch out for when entering saying about 3 people would still trip even though he warned. Allie and I joked quite loudly that we indeed would be two of those three. Well when he said step I thought he meant that there would be a small step at the beginning of a few more steps, not one small step into the threshold of the church, this left me looking for the wrong thing and therefor it is not my fault that I was one of only two people who did in fact trip on said step that day- I've brought dishonor to my family.

That evening the Canadian posse went to a miracle: aka Wicked the musical. If I had not explained in enough detail earlier how much I love musicals then you don't deserve to witness the beauty and magic that accompanies a West end production. I would sell my soul to sing like the wicked witch of the west. I guess it was pretty good.

The following day we said farewell to Johannes and hello to Madam Tussuad. Allie, Marg and I hit the wax museum and came out with some of the greatest pictures I've taken so far. I'll only give you a small sampling of the best and leave you with this story. We had been having a good time with wax David Beckham and Tom Cruise when we decided to venture into the High School musical room. To get there we had to go down a long hallway and then down two small steps. At the end of the hallway, before the steps was a wax Zack Effron. I looked at it and loudly proclaimed "is that supposed to be Zack Effron, its looks nothing like him what the hell were they thinking" the statue then started to fall, I thought I had offended the wax into becoming ashamed of itself and calling it quits, however I was freaking out thinking how much this destruction was going to cause me when BAM wax Zack Effron came to life and started laughing to which I screamed, jumped, and fell down the stairs. Classic. I mean can you honestly say you have never been that dumb American tourist yelling at incompetence about a wax figure that isn't actually wax. ya didn't think so.

Not again!

Pope- what a stich! Risky Business Finally Someone to level with!