Sunday on the South Bank

I adore big sunglasses. Somehow, on my face they look disastrous! My friend, Anshu has a lovely vintage pair she picked up in the Bricklane market. So my Sunday began with a hunt for super cool vintage sunglasses in the market but none to be found! Perhaps I was wrong to go alone - a second opinion helps me make a decision - since the approval comes quickly- with impatience or genuine praise. Call it a libran quirk, I'm perpetually confused and swaying between yes and no.
Spent the latter half of the afternoon with someone I met on the flight - probably the first time in my life I have had a conversation with anyone and ended up meeting them outside of the aircraft. I did give my phone no.s on impulse to a flight attendant once, en route to Kuala Lumpur - he seemed super slick - but the spell was gone once i was back. So, well walked and walked and talked a lot (mostly I did the talking- bad manners et all), I guess it's weird spilling secrets out to virtual strangers. But thats what cities do to you sometimes. Because somewhere you know - the connection ends with the city.
In the evening, met up with Ankx and her Italian date, Xi (i hope i spelt it the right way) a malaysian girl who is moving to Canada and Taeko, a cute Japanese girl who is not only married to Ankx (on facebook!) but also managed to do a dissertation on Irish pubs. Smart cookie!
4 bottles of wine later, stumbled on to Waterloo. The London Eye and all the twinkling blue lights on the tress were so magical - almost like a Disney fairytale. Sigh!
Ok and then, I am a crazy, evil, evil, girl - only I know why. Actually, I see that smile in my mind.