ME: *is a skeleton buried in sand, with a vulture over my chair*
LAURIE: I guess it's not my imagination. And we're only over Boston!
ME: Well, Drezzer, here we are in swinging London. Happy to be on your native soil?
DREZZER: This isn't swinging London, this is Heathrow Airport. We might as well still be in the U.S.
LEONARD: I did notice a suspicious lack of Brits, here. I've heard people speaking French, I saw a trio of Japanese kids speaking German, and had one guy ask me in a very thick but unidentifiable accent where to find the lavatory.
DREZZER: Exactly. Heathrow is our first line of defense in keeping the rabble out.
ME: Hey, man I was invited to come here.
COMFORT: EEEEE! Look at the little Paddington Bears in Tower Guard and British Bobby uniforms! So CUTE!
DREZZER: That's precisely the sort of rabble I mean.
ME: *at the airport lounge area* I wonder where Kyyanno is?
KYYANNO: *at airport arrival gate* I wonder where Gneech is?
ME: I really need a shower!
SHOWER: *totally doesn't work*
ME: I really need a bath!
CONFUZZLED OPENING CEREMONIES: *are awesome*
CONFUZZLED BARBEQUE DINNER: *is also awesome*
ME: I think I'll post to my LiveJournal!
HOTEL WI-FI: *totally doesn't work*
ME: Or maybe not.
LAMAR: *fixes it*
THIS POST: *is posted*
ME: Woohoo! *stays up people watching for another hour so, then collapses into a long-overdue sleep*