Sunday 5/27, We didn't get up until after noon, had some cereal and fruit, got online to figure out what to do for the day then headed out around 3. We went to Madame Tussads and there was a long line but we wanted to get Starbucks to warm up so we walked until we found one between the KFC and McDonalds then headed back to the line. We waited forever and just barely got in. All I wanted to see was JT so we cruised through until we found him and I got some pictures and some with Paul, Becks and Freddie Mercury. We saw this weird cartoon show at the end of the museum and I asked the host guy if I could have a picture with him and he was so funny flirting with me and then started to sing a song to me over the loudspeaker "We started off as friends...Seattle!" and then said something about me washing his pants (underwear) or something. We left then headed to the tube to go to Little Venice where our comedy show was to be held later that night. We walked around to find a place to eat and settled on Waterways which was nice and had cute guys so it worked for me. Jess had these delicious beignets with goat cheese, peppers and herbs, yum! We stayed there until it was time for our show so we walked back over, checked in and waited to be let in. We didn't really know what to expect and were both totally surprised / shocked. The Bush / NY accent skit was hilarious as were the Tony Blair, Posh and Becks and amputee skits ("only part of daddy's coming home!"). It was about an hour and as we walked back to find the bus in the rain some older guy started talking to us and was trying to guess our occupations and at first thought we were art students, then bankers then psychologists. Ha, then he tracked us down in the tube to give Jess his card for a psychological head hunter study. No joke. We made it back despite all the rain and watched "Dick in a Box" five times before having lots of girl talk and going to bed.

Saturday 5/26, We got up around 10 and Bora had gotten breakfast and though Jessica dissed it, I thought it was good. We finished watching Dirty Dancing on the computer then got ready and headed out to Canary Warf for lunch and sightseeing. We had lunch at Carlucci's and I got some delicious spinach and gorgonzola gnocchi and the foccacia was magnificent too. We took some pictures then had Starbucks and went to the shoe store in the Citi Group center. We went to this large-ish grocery store and did some shopping then home while listening to Jess' Blink cd, which was surprisingly rather good. Back at their place we watched an episode of House while I updated this thing and checked myspace. Zlatko came over and we decided to go over to Brick Lane for Indian and it's so hilarious because these guys stand outside and try to get you to come into their restaurant and offer you discounts off your meal and free beer and stuff. So we went to this one place that Zlatko wanted to go to anyway and they gave us 20% off our meal. Hot dog! I got the curry to be safe but had bites of everyone else's and everything was really good. Jess however embarrassed me by telling me to eat one of her dishes for that problem we were talking about earlier. Great, thanks Jess! Zlatko was like, "Uh..." and looked all embarrassed. That makes two of us! Jess came up with a new version of “Hog and jog” which is better: Chew em and screw em! Hahahahaaaa, I got it on video. We finished up there and met up with Jalil and Kim (HOT!) and went over to Old Street. We went to this bar and the bouncer seemed to like me and was chatting me up as we all walked in (Kim asked me about it later) and once we all went in I noticed a hearty supply of hot guys. I was ready to move to London right there. They were everywhere, like the ratio of hot guys to girls was totally in my favor. I talked to Zlatko for quite a while about clubs and things then to Kim who played with my camera while everyone danced to 70's songs. Bora had to get up early the next morning so we headed out after not too long and some guy was talking to me as we walked out but I got distracted by the bouncer again (Jessica is telling me to write (right now!): "I have a thing for Middle Eastern men and might leave Bora for a Lebonese waiter named Habib Halla. They're so sexy and they speak French, oh my GOD!" Har har, oh that Jessica) and got a kiss on the cheek. There were all these hot guys milling about outside but soon we were on our way though I was disappointed to see the hottest blonde guy ever walking the other direction and that he didn't hear my brazen cat calling. We drove Zlatko home then went back and all crashed.

Friday 5/25, I landed at Heathrow, which is not really an impressive airport...well at least not Terminal 3 where I landed. I met a woman from Denver as I waited in the customs line and we joked and talked until it was our respective turns to go through. The guy I had was a real ball buster and was asking me all these weird questions especially about Jessica and made me show him my return ticket. But he had a hot accent and was semi-cute so I let it slide. In fact, it made him hotter that he was kind of a dick. I got my luggage very quickly then headed out to wait in front of Marks & Spencer for Jessica as planned. There were guys everywhere and it was like I was in heat, despite being very tired and it only being 7 in the morning. I saw the British version of Eric, only with less tattoos. Jess arrived at a quarter to 8 and we got something to drink then we caught the tube which quickly became very crowded. We laughed and talked all the way and Jess hated this girl wearing too much Burberry. We eventually made it to her house and sat and talked for a while then she took off and I took a nap for a few hours, then showered and got dressed. When Jess got back we watched Dirty Dancing and laughed at the hilarious dialogue, clothing and dancing. Bora came home and we got ready to go out and we watched these neighbor cats run around while tethered to trees. We took off in the Mini to pick up Zlatko who is from Montenegro but was raised in London and has one of the hottest British accents EVER. As we sat in the backseat (after avoiding the kid in the wheelchair and his ball) I just looked at him while he talked, half mezmorized. Hot! He also does this posh British accent on cue that makes Jessica practically pee herself. We parked on a side road and waited for Roberto while Bora was interrogated by the police. Roberto, me and Zlatko crammed into the backseat which is only designed for two which meant we were more than cozy...to say the least. We were off to a Serbian restaurant and let the Serbs go in first to make nice with the staff. All the food was sooo good, I was really really impressed. There was some hilarious music playing on tv so I video-d it. We all stuffed ourselves at the Rec Center then piled back in and drove all over the place and Roberto blamed physics when leaning into me on the turns and roundabouts. If you asked me at the time which guy I would rather make out with between R and Z I wouldn't have been able to pick, but I didn't have to, so anyway, we dropped Z off at a stop light then went back to Jess and Bora's where we had ice cream and finished Dirty Dancing. We then put in Havana Nights and laughed at Bora sleeping and trying to figure out McEnroe in his sleep. The movie stopped playing (too many shit movies according to Roberto) so we took Roberto home while Bora went to bed. Roberto asked us to talk really loudly while dropping him at his place so that his neighbors know that he does in fact occasionally comes home with girls. I was more than happy to oblige. Jess and I made it back to her place without getting lost then talked for a little while longer before turning in around 2:45.