Wicked London

Remember when wicked was cool? That was about the time of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, right? Well, Mark and Katy's wicked adventure in London was not only excellent but wicked fast. We did manage to cram in a few sights. It was the speed tour. Which was fine since both of us have spent a fair amount of time London before. That's actually one of the things I like about going back to London, I don't have to bother with the sights, I've already seen them. But seeing as we're newlyweds (I've heard I get to claim that all year) and we hadn't been to London together before we thought we'd walk a few of the sights.

Big Ben was first on the list. Mark calls me Big Ben. Thankfully it is not in regard to my size but to my fantastic ability to tell time without a watch. I'd like to claim that I can tell by the sun's position in the sky, but any news friends will tell you 10 years of being a producer slave to time ingrains a certain sense of innate timing. That being said, I'm still a dope. Right after this picture was snapped I asked Mark, "do you know what time it is?" Mark doesn't give me a withering look very often but boy did I get one in response to that question.
"Oops, hee hee, oh yeah. Hee hee."
Here we are in front of Westminster Abbey. I know it looks like just a sidewalk, but you'll just have to take my word for it. It is a London sight.
We also got some good grub. Who says the English can't cook? Mark's buddy James put us up and took us to two great London restaurants, Thai and Belgian.
But for me, London is not just about the cuisine or the sights but about the theatre. You can't go to London and not see a show. It is just wrong.

I must admit I was a little bit nervous about going to see Wicked with Mark. While dating, Mark not only passed the Shakespeare festival test with flying colours, he has even come to look forward to our trips. But musicals are another beast. I mean, he doesn't get excited when I break out in Broadway show tunes, so maybe he wouldn't go for the whole musical genre. But just like Oz this story had a happy ending and we both decided Wicked was, well wicked. And so was London.