…and I say that because of as of this writing, at 11:27PM London time, I have been up for the better part of 2 days. The flight was pretty much uneventful – I had a chance to watch “XXX” again, and found that while I still liked it, it lacked a certain something that even the worst of the Bond series manages to capture. (What that is…well, that’s an essay for another day.) Contrary to my best efforts, I was not able to get any sleep on the plane. Not that should be any surprise – I never sleep on planes – but it meant that I was starting to get a bit tired by the time Heathrow came into view on the Map Channel. We (‘we’ being myself and my friend Lee) landed at Heathrow right on schedule…and sat on the tarmac for half an hour. You see, the snowy weather we’ve had in NJ the last few days managed to follow me across the Atlantic. The snow also decided to create mayhem on greater London’s roads, so the minibus ride that should have taken 45 minutes tops took upwards of 2.
I’m happy to report, however, that these little mishaps with transport have not put a damper on my spirits. We managed to finagle an upgrade at our hotel (we’re in a “King Ambassador” room instead of the “standard”…oooh, swanky!), and despite massive fatigue, took in a fantastic performance of “My Fair Lady” at the Drury Lane tonight. (My friends, coffee is my ally today.) And having my knees jammed into an airline/minibus seat for the better part of the day didn’t stop me from reacquanting myself with Central London. I tell you, I love it here.
Anyway, I think it’s time I finally found my way to bed. No pictures as yet – not that I have a way to post them from here, but it’s the thought that counts – but since today was somewhat gray and snow-filled, there wasn’t much to shoot. Tune in tomorrow, dear reader, as I regale you with tales of the Underground and a show with TWO – count ’em – TWO! certified Dames in it. Good night, America!