Kate and Sarah in the cab. Actually, after this photo was taken, Sarah headed back uptown and Kate and I went over to Lakeside Lounge for the party's after party.
Okay, now we're back in London. Here's Kate with her housemates celebrating her 21st birthday. They hung that big, yellow sign around her neck to help her keep track of the 21 drinks she was required to consume (and yes, she did make it).
Some nice gentleman sold us a giant, hand-rolled cigarette that made us feel all funny. The only thing I can figure is that we had some bizarre allergic reaction to the Danish tobacco.
Kate walking down the street after our "fancy" Valentine's Day dinner at an Italian restaurant. (Just so you don't have to learn the hard way like we did, if you're in London and you're craving a nice Italian meal; fly to Italy.)
This guy was standing perfectly still like a statue. That is until Kate walked over to give him some money and as she bent down, he stamped his foot and screamed at the top of his lungs. After I was finished laughing..I kicked his fucking mime-ass.
Right when I landed in Londed, we decided that we were going to take a trip to somewhere else in Europe. At the travel agency we randomly decided on a weekend in Copenhagen. Bag packed, Coke in hand, Kate gets ready to depart for Heathrow. (Ask me about the malt-liquor-swilling, dog-food-vomit-smelling guy who made us gag the whole tube ride over to the airport.)
