The Crazy Adventures of My Yellow Purse!

So remember a few months ago I was in London, and had a miserable one night stand (jack rabbiting is the worst), followed by the most mortifying walk of shame through the city…as I had no clue where I was (my SIM card had died) and worst of all, my bag had gone missing (no money or keys..ahhh)!

Ahh, my lovely Yellow Purse!!

Ahh, my lovely Yellow Purse!!

Well, I figured things out with the phone, and said jack rabbiter graciously provided me a WHOLE 11 pounds to navigate a city I had never been in before….and I presumed my purse was long gone. Especially after I heard back from the London Transit Authority that nothing had been turned in…

I love it so much I even get Sorbet to match!

I love it so much I even get Sorbet to match!

So, surprise, surprise when I get an email last week entitled “YELLOW BAG.” And wait, to top that…guess who found it? A VICAR!

A whater? You read that right! A Vicar…a parish priest in the Church of England…although all I can think about is the episode of Friends with Rachel’s Book:

Well, I guess that makes sense though…that if my purse WAS to be found, months and months after it actually mattered, and months and months after I had given up all hope and just assumed it was thrown away (minus the 20 or so pounds inside…) that a man of the church would bring it back to me….not that I belong to said church…but the best part would be that I didn’t even realize he was a Vicar until I sent along his email saying he had my purse to my friend for a laugh (how are you wondering did he have my email….I always carry my SAD SINGLE Business Cards wherever I go…so the vicar did indeed email SSG and not the personal me…) and SHE pointed out the funny truth:

A VICAR found your bag!!!! Hahahahaha! If only he’d known what you were up to when it went missing!!! Hahaha!!!!

Damn straight….literally…I would most likely be damned. Probably am already….Oh well!

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Walk of Shame….London style, with a side of French

You might recall I posted this video about a year ago…


Haha, funny british girls wandering around London with their bits hanging out (sorry, I am probably coming back to America speaking like MAdonna….deal with it!) So, the video was hilarious…until I had such a morning….Today! Here! In London!

Where the night began….Apparently the Playboy Club is still a thing!

Oh, and did I forget to mention, my sim card died (so no working phone, or clue of where the hell I was) AND my bag had gone missing! Such a sadsingle moment…so luckily my tube card was in my jacket, and le gentleman (oh yeah..did I also forget to mention that he was FRENCH. I can’t get an American in America, but I can come all the way to London and manage to get a Frenchman) gave me some pounds for a taxi.
Well, since I had no clue where I was, I decided to hoof it to the tube, and make my way back to my B & B. Where I still have no bag, but at least I’ve got a working phone now. And plans for another evening out on the town. Because apparently there is a game called “Ring of Fire” that I am about to be taught…

more to come…

Lovely, Lovely Londoners….

xo,

SSG