Here!

I am, most delightfully, here in London. I'm back at the same hotel I booked almost three years ago, now, and the room is lovely. The only problem? I have no idea where Corey and Amy are. It's now almost 2pm, and they should have landed almost four hours ago. I sent them the address of the hotel before we all left, but now I don't know where they are. (I flew into Heathrow, they flew into Gatwick.)

Sigh. I know I'll find them eventually. But this is frustrating. And more reasons to hate Sprint, who assured me my phone would work here.

If anyone knows a way to get a hold of morriganswitch, can you let her know I'm at the hotel, in room 312?

Aaaaaaand...thunk.

So they're here-- they got diverted to Paris, for heaven's sake, where they had to sit on the tarmac for four hours. But all is now well. We went to The Patisserie-- the cafe with the big Illy sign where I ate so often last trip. I had the lamb lasagna again. Mmm.

We're all stupid-exhausted. Corey is a bit buzzed from the free bottle of champagne someone gave him on the flight. So we're gonna zonk soon, then start afresh tomorrow!

The view from my hotel room.

Iconic, originally uploaded by Ysobelle.

So tired. But I had to do this, at the very least.