Waterloo Wednesday.

We met under the clock in Waterloo Station.

Whom do we mean?

Technically, I've met people there twice now. Today, it was for my British Cultural Studies class, where my teacher began the lesson by pointing out that meeting in Waterloo Station was one of the most popular places to meet for blind dates.

Ironically, I met someone there for a blind date, just the other week! My teacher was surprised, as no one in his classes had ever said that before, and I assured him that it went well, that the guy was very sweet and nice.

Which could've made for a very bittersweet lesson, as we walked past all the spots me and this guy had gone; however, it proved to be just the opposite. In fact, it proved to be one of the best British Cultural Studies classes I've had thus far.

Perhaps it's the mid-semester buzz, or perhaps it was the magical elevator that sang to us in the Southbank Center, but either way, the class began and ended and left me in a state of euphoria for the remainder of the day.

Whatever the case may be, let me share with you a few treats and sweets that brightened my Wednesday afternoon...

We start with the famous Graffiti Tunnels. Located in a quite hidden location just outside of Waterloo Station, these tunnels once began as an area where aspiring and practicing graffiti artists exercised their work. Apparently, it remains to be a practicing network of graffiti laden tunnels and I hear that every time you visit, the space will look completely different. And so I bring you today's unique and one-of-a-kind collages from the Graffiti Tunnels...

You think you've seen it all, but the second you turn around, something new will catch your eye. Or in this case, eyes.

I found fancy under the Lego man, dancing and allowing myself to really lego.

Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

And what a complete quote to really fit into my life right now.

Just on the other side of the tunnels, we came out to this rather famous structure, standing proudly and up h(eye) in the sky...

After wandering in and out of the wind into various welcome centers and hidden rest spots, my friends and I boomeranged back to this famous Italian café, known for their coffee, and known more importantly for their excellent cups of hot chocolate.

With a few pounds in our purse, we ordered the cioccolata 1678 con panna, not anticipating the chocolatey explosion that was about to enter our systems.

You know what they say: when fashion students drink hot chocolate, they drink it like Cocoa Chanel...

'Twas the perfect warmup for my cold hands and my hungry tummy.

Have you ever seen something so decadent, so chocolatey, so divine?

Indeed, we ended the afternoon on a very sweet note.

Sunny With a Chance of Reign.

When you think of London, do you imagine rainy days, Hunter wellies, Burberry trench coats, and a plethora of umbrellas walking down the streets of London?

I know I do!

But ever since being here, we haven't really been exposed to that traditional London weather. I know that as soon as I say this, it'll pour (and when I least expect it, probably when I'm donned in silks and leathers), but the anticipation for a rainy day has really taken over!

It rains, that's for sure, but it just so coincidentally stops the moment we step outside.

However, yesterday also happened to be the first day of October, and on schedule, the air turned chilled, the leaves began to sprinkle the ground, and an autumn blanket settled over us, bringing the faint chance of rainfall.

Anyhow, my roommates and I woke at a truly atrocious late hour (last night was spent at the club Koko's in Camden) and the one cure for the morning after?

Brunch. They were suffering minor hangovers (I was simply suffering exhaustion, as I was the "sober Mom" last night) and it just a weird kind of morning.

But there's this tradition that seems to be blossoming with Siobhan and I. When we find ourselves emotionally confused, perhaps in a strange state, we somehow wind up walking through Hyde Park and going to Harrods. Today was no exception and not only did we treat ourselves to a little somethin' somethin', but it rained.

Man did that reign make us feel like queens.

Daisy Green, you heavenly downstairs breakfast haven.

Laughing because this girl did not have a brewtiful night...

Moooooove over. Oh, and this is Nick, Siobhan's boyfriend.

Table piled high with flat whites, eggs, avocados, and bacon, we were very quickly cured (cured bacon, get it?). 

Truly a splendid afternoon for a walk through Hyde Park. The rain scared most away, but we wasted no time in taking advantage of the autumn beauty.

Look at me all tatTED out! Any occasion to wear Ted..

Someone needs to be put in her place!

What goes best with first of October days? Why coffee, of course!

Look just over yonder!

You know me, a sucker for trees.

Harrods is like our Tiffanys. We always find ourselves wandering there when we're in a down mood and we always end up leaving just a little bit happier.

I even brought out my inner naughty girl and snuck in my latte, for they apparently don't like drinks in there...