There are socioeconomic/political things I could blog about, but I am feeling all nostalgic and missing my friends over the puddle so Imma post another honeymoon day. Well, part of another honey moon day. Turns out, London is freaking HUGE. Who knew?
First, we met our friends, code names Awesome and Da Bomb. Awesome and Da Bomb took us to The Tower of London, because it is illegal for Tourists to go to the Big Crumpet without gawking around in the Tower. Go ahead. Twist my arm.
I think the sounds of American squee were hard for Awesome and Da Bomb to endure, but we eventually got Sweet Babou calm again. Unfortunately, that’s when I saw Traitor’s Gate and lost my Tudorphile shit.
I had a history-nerdgasam.
Seriously, the outside of the buildings were so cool it almost seemed a shame to go inside to look at all the stuff in there.
We went inside and we were not disappointed. For one thing we saw Henry VIII’s armor.
I’m joshing, of course. Although we DID get to see Bluff King Hal’s armor shortly after we saw the dragon. I’ll show you those pictures tomorrow. Not the one where the guards are dragging me out of the exhibit, but some of the others.
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