I am sick as a dog right now - blotchy face, watery eyes, stuffed up nose, the picture of attractiveness (I also definitely hung out at our house's Superbowl party in sweats, looking like death, and carrying around my pint of overpriced Ben & Jerry's - that's called dedication, HI BRUNO). Walking around in the blustery wind and rain in central London this weekend certainly didn't help my case, but I'd do that and more to get to spend time in this charming city.
A few weekends ago, our program took us into London. We went on a fascinating tour of Westminster Abbey, and I definitely teared up when I saw the very spot where Kate and Will got married. And as if people didn't already think I had the crazies, our tour guide passed out unseen photos of their wedding, and I was thinking enough is enough. Send help. I have a lot of feelings, okay? The history of the abbey is awe-inspiring - every few seconds I was walking over Isaac Newton and Charles Dickens or by Queen Elizabeth or Richard II. Way too much for me to handle, as we've already clarified that I have the emotional capacity of Kristen Bell.
Afterwards, we grabbed a quick lunch by Trafalgar Square and then went on a tour of the National Gallery. Can't you see why this city has me falling head over heels?!
Then, we were able to choose to go off on our own and explore. Others went off to see Buckingham Palace or I don't even really know, pregame for clubbing later that night? Beats me. But Lauren and I, we knew exactly what we needed to do.
Directionally-challenged as we are, we somehow managed to find our way around the Underground to Kensington Gardens without getting lost, and it was a "let's phone our parents!" kind of proud moment. But more importantly, that's right, boys and girls, we had arrived at Kate's humble abode!
I don't think the day could've been more stunning if it tried. I think it might have been one of the most majestic "Golden Hours" I've ever experienced - all was awash in the gold of the sunset, swans and ducklings were out and about, and just the mere fact that I was in Kate's backyard was... well, I'll let you guess because if I keep on talking, I'll let even more of my inner wacko shine.
So, it was less "Kate had me over for tea" and more "I invited myself over by making reservations at The Orangery," but there's really no difference, is there?
