what an introduction.

Easy ladies.
Don't worry about it, I'd only been in London for four hours when Dennis Quiad physically ran his twin's stroller into my lunch table. A quick, "Oh so sorry," and an even faster skuttle off with his beautiful twins and way too skinny wife. It was an epic moment. Especially the part where I didn't realize it was Dennis Quiad until the lovely British man sitting next to us said, direct quote, "Oh my God, that's Quaid, the biggest actor in America."
Granted, I didn't know he'd been in any other movie since the Parent Trap, back when LaLo was still a red head, but I mean, that was the film of my childhood. Or, at least a good few months of it.
The rest of the day was spent in a jetlagged haze that involved a four hour nap and then a round of pub cider. After an a 12 hour night's sleep we were up to tour the Thames, and then we got lost walking around Buckingham Palace. Though, we did find The Dorchester hotel which had a lovely collection of Rolls Royce's in the front parking lot and a man in the lobby that looked suspiciously like Georgia Armani.
Back to the room now for a quick lie down before a night of pubbing and clubbing.
Love. London.