British Gaurds can smile

So, with Kiley already blogging about London, and I go just about everywhere with her I feel that really she covers everything, plus the fact that she has all of hte pictures on her computer makes me feel, oh a bit boring, but hey I have stories too!

So my first story that I will venture to encite you with..... TONIGHT! A walk alone with two other girls, it was late at night. No boys to protect us. We wanted to see where the amazing weeping willows hung their heads late at night, and the ducks rest their eyes. Slowly the streets come to an end, and we see all lit up before us the amazing Buckingham Palace. We walk by in awe, and I stop, turn to the little river that runs up to the Palace and turn to the Eye of London. There I remember a quaint little bridge that shows you the fairy tale land that you always dreamed of as a child. Driven to take my girls there we walked along the perrilous road toward the center of the park. There we stopped and gazed into the eyes of the town we lived in. Then a shadowy figure comes up, on the other side. We stop and turn. He asks about our view and I admit I like the Palace better at night. HE agrees and as we converse he lets it drop he is a Palace Guard.

"Guard?" I say, confused and really excited. " Like the ones with the really tall hats?" I lift my hands from the top of my skull to as far as my arms will reach above my head trying to recreate an airfull hat that he proudly wears. He even smiled and he quickly gains esteem in my eyes. My companions join in the questioning, one would think that we were the army not he, with our inquisiting eyes and ears quick to ask eager to learn. Then from teh other side, we become surrounded, another offduty guard. A half hour then an hour goes by when I finally ask, "when are you working with your big hats (again motion) so I can see you and take a picture in hopes that you will smile for me?" They give me their numbers, as i did not know the one for the center, and we continue talking. Then the gentlemen of regementals escorted us ladies to our underground train station stop, it is sunday night, and we feel that clubbing, as they had asked us to do, would be a little bit much. So we left with final hugs and promises of calls to see them at work.... That is the story of TONIGHT.

Now that I have broken the ice of stories in london, I will try to remeber to load the pictures of our Palace gaurds and oh a tidbit.... Johnny in london.... is a nickname, but not one for all of a man..... ill leave it at that.