On Saturday of our trip, we headed to Ben Big, Westminster Abbey and the Imperial War Museum before jetting off to get in a few hours of ABBA that night.
Even though we got to the Abbey fairly early, there was still a massive line, but, that was for credit card purchase--we had cash and basically walked right in. So, lesson: cash!There are no photos allowed in the Abbey, but, I think we all remember what it looked like from the Royal Wedding, yes?

Semi illegal photo taken from inside the Abbey.
My feetsies in the same place where Kate stood before becoming a Princess (listen, I know she's technically a Duchess or whatever, but, I'm just gonna call her Princess Kate and we're all going to be ok with it)
Yeah, I don't look so good here. Just, imagine me in an Alexander McQueen gown and trust me, the image is much better.
Seriously, I could watch that damn wedding every single day and not get tired of it. It's like the best movie ever, only it's REAL.
Don't worry, I know I have problems. I'm aware.
My dad proceeded to get into an argument about me regarding the location of the Royal Wedding. Seriously? We don't argue with me about these things. I WILL WIN.
It's such an impressive building, there is so much history. I know we saw a ton of the tombs of former Monarchs, but, the ones that stood out were that of Mary and Elizabeth I, since they are entombed next to each other--it's rather sweet.
"You know, they're thinking of changing the name of this place.""Oh yeah? To what?"
"To Put The Camera Away!"
"You are Westminster Crabby!"
(SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!)
I've been to the Abbey several times before, but, I still can't get over it. It's so intricate and ornate and beautiful. I could have stayed there all day, seriously.It is open to the public for Sunday services, which I actually really wanted to go to, but, I uh, ended up sleeping in and then going on a (unsuccessful) hunt for my Pippa bag on Sunday instead. Ooops.
Anyways, my dad wanted to go see tanks and airplanes and whatever, so, we didn't stay the whole day.However, before we left, I lit a candle at the Abbey--for myself and for my mom. I figure that can't hurt right? We shall see....

Gah. I'm having major withdrawals. I want to go back. NOW.(Kate photos from here and here)





































