Wet shoe, dry shoe

So for those of you who may not be familiar with the concept of wet foot, dry foot...let me explain....if you land in the Miami area from say... Cuba, and have one foot on dry land..you are SOLID on US soil!! Hence, wet foot, dry foot. Now, when it comes to me, it signifies if I have made it to the bathroom in time. Not as much a big deal as citizenship, but hey, I take my ability to reach the bathroom bowl seriously! Hence, wet shoe, dry shoe. Tonight was a fairly good night, but the night is young and it is my last in London! Officially, I believe I have only peed myself twice, (wet shoes), since arrival. As of many of you know I have peed myself in many places, including Vegas, New Orleans, my living room, the London flat, etc. Tonight, Caitlin may have exited the toilet and I may have been drying my pants with the hand dryer; I can neither confirm or deny. We have been to two establishments and are heading out after a brief rest; yes it is 10 pm London time..but my last night.

London has been an absolute blast! The British peeps have been nothing short of wonderful! We have had an absolutely extraordinary time and I cannot begin to express how very much we have enjoyed our London experience. Yes, we did all the touristy things that one does, but we did it with flare and with an eye towards making memories that we will cherish! Remember, this was a gift to Caitlin from Jim, Susan, myself and Wayne for all of her accomplishments! So again, one final congratulations to our dear Caitlin! I am so happy to have shared this week with you and the Noodle! I love you both very much. Many thanks to Jim and Susan for their gifts to Caitlin as well. Next stop, Ireland with Conor?? Until then, there is a pub or two I need to get to, so I bid adieu to all of you that have read and followed us on our little journey this week. Here's hoping British Airways cancels our return trip for a day...we missed Windsor Castle :(.

The above pictures are from Portobello Market in famed Notting Hill, the British Museum, (Rosetta Stone!) and our first pub of the the night. Just one note...look for Caitlin to have bad ass crooked British teeth in the near future...somehow she has lost her retainer in London...yes...25 years old, still wears her retainer! I on the other hand have had THE worst hair EVER in London! Hot mess of a head!! Ahh, who cares?? Cheers to all, God save the Queen!