...so after 13 hours of Dom Perignon and Caviar in the first class section of Singapore Airlines flight 312 I finally pick up the Jaguar S-Type that is waiting for me at the airport. Finding the Hilton was easy enough, but took an hour.
Dinner in Soho downtown consisted of Indian food and Aussie wine with the lead flight attendent from the first class section. 35, divorced mother, about 115 pounds and could make a dead man drool. I picked her up at her hotel 3 hours after we landed.
Leaving the restaurant I find the Jag with a boot on the front left wheel.....I could've sworn I was in a legit parking zone. $115 GBP to have the boot removed, what a crime I tell you. Oh well, I was wrong.
2.5 hours of driving in circles to try to get out of central London with Marilyn reading the map and me driving. So many crazy roads......I felt like I was in a scene from The Bourne Supremacy!
3:00 am I dropped of the lead flight attendant at her hotel and returned to mine. Now I'm looking out the window at the fog and drizzle, and thinking about the lunch her and I will share at her hotel before driving downtown to see the "touristy" places.
I really like her eyes.....
I don't live driving in London.