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Do they mean late night or early morning? Either way, both were filled with being out on the town.

I just so happened to sleep in past noon yesterday, which I don't do often, if at all! But Kate and I were dancing hard until the wee hours of the morning, so I had some recuperating to do.

When I woke, the crew had already left for the British Museum, but by my bedside table were a banana and a chocolate crossaint. So I devoured the two and with my cans on, made my way to the museum, on foot.

Trusting my instincts and appearing ever so confident, I managed to make the half hour walk from Waterloo to the museum all without Google Maps. I sure remember my way around!

Anyhow, by the time I arrived, the hour was singing lunchtime, so we ended up eating upstairs at the restaurant, where I had the best medicine to a late night: coffee.

Afterwards, Kate and I were left on our own and so I took her on the 390 bus over to Marble Arch Station, where we walked my ever so familiar route through Hyde Park and onwards to Knightsbridge.

The day was warm, and so we opted for an uber on the way back, for we had yet another show to attend.

For the third time: "Book of Mormon."

Stomach sore from laughter and hunger at the end of the show, Kate and I ended up popping into the Shake Shack for a late night bite, where I quite literally inhaled a burger and shake.

Now the plan after was to head home, but because we were two tall fine looking specimens, we were approached by various promoters on the street, to go into different clubs.

Offered free entry and drinks, we accepted their invitations, only to find that the crowd wasn't really our cup of tea.

Nor the music.

Nor the service.

Nor the dancing!

It all felt very artificial and arranged, to be honest.

But we got free drinks, so we couldn't really wine (pun intended).

So in the end, we were "Goin' up, on a Tuesday..."

"Say hello to my little friend."

-Al Cap-puccino

Of course we made a stop at Serpentine, for Hyde Park isn't the same without it!

Hello! My name is Sister Krull. And I would like to share with you this blog that's filled with puns.

I should just be upfront: I'm behind and it's because my nights have ended with a drink in my hand and my feet sore from dancing.

What can I say? When in London...

Added on though, it's also tough to stay updated when I can't even keep up with my journal! Vacation is about putting down your devices and taking a look at the world around you, free from obligation and worry. This time though, I've found some spare time (and a glass of sherry to keep me on track), so let's catch up.

Monday started with a spook.

Upon my reccomendation, we made our way to the London Bridge and experienced a rather historical fright at the London Bridge Experience. Quite a way to start the day!

With the entire day ahead of us, I led the group through Borough Market (stopping of course for Pimm's), along the bank, and across to Embankment. They purchased Oyster cards and because it was already so close, we walked over to Covent Garden to find some lunch.

We did, and it was at a most perfect pub, complete with fancy bar, old time decor, music, and costume, and classic English food (fish and chips).

From there, we popped into Kate Spade (and popped out, with bags, of course) and returned to the hotel to get ourselves dolled up for the evening.

Showtime at the Savoy!

We were seeing "Dreamgirls."

Tears, laughter, goosebumps, and shivers, the show was nothing less of sensational.

So you'd think the night would end there, right? Well, Kate wanted to experience the London night life and seeing as how I had once lived here, I knew of a few places.

We ended up going to the Roxy, a student club where we danced the night (and most of the morning) away.

Lots of moves on Monday, yeah?

Cheers!

Pimm's O'Clock?