My last day in London...
Mood:  suave
Now Playing: "Twentysomething," Jamie Cullum
Today, Cat and I did our own thing. She shopped and hung out with Kat and Gary and I did a mad rush to see as much as I could. I started off with Westminster Abbey. It was incredible. I couldn't get over the fact that I was walking on top of tombs of dead queens and kings of England about whom I had studied. I then went to the National Gallery. I nearly cried when I walked into a room of original DaVincis and Titians. I saw Bacchus and Ariadne, one of my favorite paintings, as well as Madonna of the Rocks and others. The Arnolofini Marriage, tons of Van Goghs and plenty of Renaissance paintings lined the walls. I then went to find the Tate Modern, a museum of Picasso and Renoir, etc. I ended up getting lost in the pouring rain and stopping at the WRONG Tate museum. I was wondering why I didn't recognize any of the art! Then, I got lost on the way back. I was stuck in the rain for TWO HOURS. I then went to the Globe Theatre and took a tour. It was probably one of my favorite things on the trip. I sat in Prince Charles' box.. how cool. I then went to eat at Pizza Express because I was completely famished. This Italian waiter kept bringing me wine, so I drank that pretty quickly. Then, I had to cross the Thames River to get to another train stop and then went home. I was positively exhausted and very sick (fever... possibly a cold?) from being out in the rain. I slept for four hours and then went out with Kat, Gary and Cat. We ate at the White Horse, of Sloaney Pony. It's called this because it is located in Sloane Square, an upper-middle class region. Gary said that Kat, Cat and I were all Sloaney Ponies because we went to private school. Whatever that means. Anyhoo, we drank wine and ate dinner. Gary had some sort of hen, Kat had fish and chips, Cat had tomato soup and garlic bread and I had just "mash." I was still feeling pretty awful. The "mash" was pretty bad, so I ended up having to scarf down some garlic bread to absorb all that alcohol. We had dessert and headed to the bar to drink some more. When the bartender saw my credit card which proudly displays Mike the Tiger, he said "So how did 'dem Tigers do this season?" I replied, "How the heck did you know that?" He said, "I'm from Indiana." I then relished in the fact that we destroyed Notre Dame in the Sugar Bowl only days before. He laughed and said "Oh well, I had ND. I'm a Purdue fan." We hung out with him for a bit and then ended up going home. It was a wonderful day, despite the inclement weather!