You know where I'll be at this time next week? In England, England! London, specifically. And probably still awake, giggling like a schoolgirl with
majea until the wee hours.
I can't believe the trip is already upon me, when it seemed like eons away just a few days ago.
A week!
So, the first fourthree days, I'll be in London (26 November late night arrival), then on the Sunday (30 November), I'm on a train at 5pm to Glasgow, with both the lovely and amazing
pescana and the tawdry and slatternly
majea.
Then back to Chicago on 4 December.
But let's not think about that right now. Let us lie back and think of England, England and Glasgow. And these burning questions:
Poll London Calling