I am the luckiest girl in the world. Remember this as we move on. I am an only child and I grew up in the country in a white house on a hill. My best friends were a dog, a horse, and a tree I named "Charlie."

So you might imagine as I went out into the world I discovered that this friendship business was very cool. I have been blessed with crazy, fabulous, beautiful, smart friends of all types, sizes, persuasions, etc. etc., and so forth.

Imagine my delight when I made my plan to make land in England on the 26th, to discover my friend Gregg would be here the very same week! Tra la. So I dumped my bags at the hotel when I arrived and raced to have lunch with G at the National Portrait Gallery. FYI-that's where that picture of Big Ben was taken, for your future reference. The restaurant is glass and overlooks Times, er, I mean, Trafalgar Square.

G is an old friend. Well broken-in and true. But magic happens every day, and I have a new, old friend who lives outside London. I mean, we've never met, but still, true old friends. Who hadn't met, don't you see? SO. Last night, after I'd spent the day blissfully walking London in the pouring rain (what do I care? I'm in London. Let it pour.), I spruced up and met my old friend Rachel (for the first time) and her Paul and their friends Greg and Carmen for dinner. At the Wright Brothers (south of the perfect Liberty's on Kingly-off Regent St.). I had the black bream with the lentil vinaigrette. Faaaabulous, darling.

Then we laughed and trotted off to see Gregg Edelman at "The Crazy Coqs", a nightclub off Warwick (I think-that's close). We had fun. They drank. I laughed. Gregg sang. Perfection.

And then my long-time old friend met my new old friend and it was lovely.