Today was a nice relaxing day. Everyone but me and Nicki went to Brighton, so we decided to go do some other things in London. We went to Covent Garden, and to a place called the Tea House where I got some things for some people, and then we went on a mission: to find the muffin man.
Yes, Drury Lane is near Covent Garden. And what a mission it was. We went the entire length of the street, and there were no shops that sold muffins. None. That is, until Nicki thought to go to a news shop.
And there we met the muffin man.
He was a little Indian man, and he sold packaged muffins. And Gatorade and other various things. But we still got our muffins and took pictures with the Drury Lane sign.
They were also the worst muffins I'll probably ever eat. But they were on Drury Lane and that's all that matters!
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Well, at least you got a good story out of the experience--even if the muffin in question was crumby.
For my part, I once got to see the original Dukes of Hazzard (John Schneider and Tom Wopat) in concert. They sang the theme song from the show as well as a bunch of Eagles covers. It was a religious experience ... well okay, no.
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