Welcome to the Neighborhood.

As for the plane ride...despite the seemingly grim seating situation allow me to define awesome in the best sitting middle-row-plane-ride-way I can. K so, from the first glance at her impending neighbors, all we had to do was look at each other to know that we both knew Janise wouldn’t be sitting in her assigned seat. Our options: 1. Sit next to each other in the middle of row 50’s center section, 2. Move up a couple rows where there’s just a lady…uh…j/k some old dude totally swiped our spot, option killed, 3. Move up a couple rows and sit in aisle seat one in front of the other thus providing more leg room (sorta) and maybe more comfort. We decided and sat in the middle where my seat was, then decided to move and created a rucuss, and finally returned to my assigned seat…sitting next to a kinda cute English guy and Janise next to a beautiful young lady from Cameroon vs. the grumpy old gentleman had nothing to do with it I assure you :). It just seemed like the company would be much more enjoyable and interesting. That turned out to be an excellent decision.


So here's the Cast:

Kit Christopher Catesby: 24, about 5’9’’, working actor (as opposed to an out of work one), curly dark brown hair falling in his face (same color as me), dark brown eyes and a light complexion (hmmm also like mine...just realizing this), born and raised in London (he's actually totally obsessed, like couldn't help but turn to me like every 10 min. and tell me another place that we "have to visit!"...like it got to the point that I just pulled out my hot pink large post-it pad and a pen and handed it to him for his keeping until the end of the flight, like really really...and by the end I had 3 or 4 WHOLE pages with diagrams, pictures, maps, and a couple really long lists of "how to do London the right way"--I even got him to sign one of his drawings for me, you know, in case his budding acting career doesn't work out and he decides to go with sketching).

His life story: London, acted in a bunch of plays, was picked up by and agent who had an agent from LA and NYC fly out to see him, they picked him up too, he's been in LA and NYC for the past like 2 weeks auditioning and got the lead in a Cinemark American made film, says he does a pretty good American English accent (but he wouldn't do it for me), he was heading back to London to work for the next 4 weeks with his accent coach and then he flys to Toronto, Canada to film for 10 weeks and be the movie star he's meant to be...yeah, something like that. Gooood luck with that one friend. Don't worry he tried to get me to let him take us for a pint or to some real old cave wine bar place...did I mention I don't drink??? I must have forgotten that part given one of the lists was pretty much: this or that club-it has a smashing good bar!, this resturuant-the drinks are brilliant!, this little alley way-I particularly fancy their pub...Maybe he misread my random eruptions of laughter, that probably woke everyone around me sad day, sorry about that, while I was watching Morning Glory (which BTW if any of you haven't seen that yet...ummm you probably should get on that...and if any of you think I'm kinda like that girl, well, don't tell me, k?) as being such a light weight that I could get drunk by sitting next to a couple/few drinks. People have always told me they think I would be a hysterical drinker...hmm don't know how to take that but I think he may have agreed.

In the end, I have his digits, FB, and email if any of you ladies are interested or are planning on being in London...well, ever in the future. He seems to be pretty bored most of the time...so much for being a "working" actor.

Joyce Tank's (and yes, the apostrophy was intentional, she wrote it like that): She's one of those gorgeous African women that looks much older in a totally positive way than she really is. Like I really really thought that she was AT LEAST my age (which if you don't know it too bad I won't be disclosing here and you all can keep thinking I'm 21). She's actually is 21. She actually came to the counter in LA right next to us and both Janise and I noticed because she was way too cute to be getting on a 10 hr. flight AND she may have been with one of the my GORGEOUS dark chocolate man I've ever seen, like really really. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've yet to grow out of that one :) He was even wearing a matching pink designer shirt which matched her, her hat, her bag, and her suitcase...don't know if that was on purpose, don't know if that's my ideal, but he was still totally smokin' :) But this is about Joyce not hot LA man.

She is from Camaroon, Africa, pretty sure from a fairly affluent family (she talked all about all her trips to LA and NYC, you know just for kicks and giggles), she is going to University in London, she's an aspiring actress (don't know if she's actually doing anything about), she wanted to go shopping and go to the Grammy's so she bought a flight and ditched school for 4 days, pretty much a lot of the flight was about her designer dress which sounds like it was totally to die for, her black sillettos that her mom gave her, and...yeah that's pretty much it. Super nice and wanted to hang out but we didn't end up FBing her in time.

So, really we noticed her when checking in because she happened to be accompained by most likely one of the most GOREGOUS dark chocolate gentleman I've ever seen...yup, still haven't grown out of that one. He actually even matched her. Pink designer button up, and she had her pink purse and hot pink suitcase, etc. Wow...don't know if that's really my style but it he totally rocked it! We think that's who she must have gone to the Grammy's with.

oh, one of the highlight laughs of our dazzling trip...
Me: lean over to Kit, "Ummm, have you noticed our friend in front?"

(that of course being a retoricle question, he'd been a significant part of our trip by that point already and we couldn't have been flying for much more than an hour by that point. Stand up, sit down, lean forward, recline back, violently moving whatever he did. He had recently decided that my lap needed a little somethin somethin so he jerk his seat back in just a way, knocking Kit's wine bottle right onto it. Luckily, Kit had just replaced the cap snugly so no harm done. He was our favorite.)

Kit: leaned over to catch my glance which was of course the man sucking/chewing/nawing on a stoggie as though he knew if he could just latch the right way milk would come a flowin', that or maybe if he kept trying it would just light itself right up. "uh, did anyone tell him how long this flight is?"

We all had a good laugh and despite a few other awesome choices of his, including reaching his hand back over his head and placing his hand strategically across Kit's screen, the remainder of the flight was just as enjoyable.

Cheerio!!

oh and can I just say "I Heart the Brits!" Immigration/customs/etc. probably only took like 10 min. and there wasn't anyone at the second counter so we strolled right in, oranges, bananas and all. Thanks Mummy!!