London - The final 24 hours

London is turning me into an early riser... was up at 9:30am, following a night of nearly of vodka tonics that would keep me in my NYC bed well past noon. However, with less than 24-hours of vacation remaining, sleeping in is a luxury I can't afford.

Yesterday was a monumental day for London must-dos:
- Must try fish & chips -- Check
- Must visit Westminster Abbey -- Check
- Must go shopping at Top Shop -- Check
- Must kiss local -- Check

I met my London kiss at a Kensington bar. Tom was tall and trim - as are most London boys. We made eye contact across our groups of friends. This wasn't American-eye contact (glance, look away, glance back), he was down right staring. His constant gaze had begun to make me uncomfortable, so I moved out of his line of vision. Only then did he lean over my group of girlfriends, extend his hand and whisk me into a private side conversation. Very nicely played...

A couple cocktails later, kissing the boy in the crowded bar was a natural idea. I learned this morning, there is photographic evidence of the encounter. (Ladies -- I am not looking forward to the whole world seeing that pic, can we keep it off the SnapFish photo album that is going to be shared with everyone. Please?)

Today's must-dos: Buckingham Palace, Notting Hill, afternoon tea, Harrod's.

I'm off....