  Wow. What a woman. If she reads this, which she just might because I DID give her the link and told her I'd be posting all about her gorgeousness, well, Alina, you're one helluva woman. My vocabulary seems to have gone to shit. Um. Appologies, but you all know how my mind gets muddled with excitement.
The day - two days ago now because I've been lazy and hadn't posted religiously as I should have - started with breakfast for the two ladies Rosemary and Vera. Although they slept through it due to having been out clubbing to 5 o' clock in the morning. Iain (this is how you spell his name and not Ian as I've been doing, concider it a correction which I'll get to later) and I went to the Brittish museum and saw absolutely everything it had to offer. it took us about 4 hours, and most of it we saw TWICE. Which included some very interresting pictures. Due to come soon, I hope *hint hint* Having successfully traversed the museum, we went back to the Hostel and found there a Russian woman with a sweet american accent.
Alina. I'll try to act natural and not be so obvious about liking her. This being said after sending her a horny email and possibly scaring the crap out of her. Anyway, another story. She had a ticket to watch "When Harry met Sally" the theatre version at 20:30, and seeing as we had some time to kill, headed to the same Italian Restaurant as the previous evening. The waiter mentioned was happy to see us, possibly because we were about the only customers. But again, the food was excellent and the dessert even better. And damnit I forgot to even out with Iain who insisted on paying. We went from there to Trafalgar Square for her theatrical experience and Iain and I saw the sights. Big Ben, Houses of Parliment, lots of other misterious buildings and the river Thames in which I chucked money in the attempt to gain luck with my so-called sex-life.
If only I was a bigger spender. Damnit. After seeing all there was to see - including a groom no less a raging lunatic who pulled faces to distract his bride who was posing at the magnificent fountain of Trafalgar Square - we searched in vain for a pub to kill the remaining hour before the theatre ended. We searched for about an hour, which served to be killing time equally well than actually sitting AT the pub.
A cheerful Alina met us after the show and made up our minds to go clubbing. Which we did. And the topic of my defunct dancing ability was soon remedied. She bought the drinks which was non-negotiable, and seeing as she's Russian, three shots of Vodka for the three of us. Iain, remind me NEVER to mix clean shots of Vodka with beer ever again. Although the Vodka could probably do it all by itself, beer mixed in with other stronger drink is just plain evil.
So I danced a little, but what I did not tell her before hand, was that alcoholic beverages does not increase my rhythem. Just the lust factor. She did promise to send me a picture or two, so as soon as she does, if its decent enough for a public audience *cough* I'll post it right here. So then the world can understand why I drool at the memory of her.
Wow.
For safety sake, I'll just shaddap right about there, she's going to be studying as a Lawyer, and some people have good memories. Next time I have a shot of Vodka, its to her. Slightly_Potty 
