London - What day is this?

So Jim has been promising daily to post and I see he has not, so I am filling in the blanks. I have lost all track of days due to our nightly jaunts to the pub 'round the corner - The Court. Pitchers of beer, Long Island Iced Teas and pitchers of Jaeger bombs (Jaeger bulls here) are making Jim and I feel very out of practice. The 20 year olds here are way better at this nightlife thing. When did that happen? Anyway...
What we've been doing:
We went to church. Yeah, yeah. I know. WHAT? Kelley and Jim at church!! It's true. We went to Evensong at Westminster Abby (abbey?) and it was lovely. It is a service almost entirely sung and we thought it was nice and the church itself is gorgeous.
We went to a Dali exhibit that has literally hundreds of pieces of his drawings and sculptures, glasswork, dresses by designers inspired by his art. It was fabulous.
We have walked around a lot. Trafalgar Square, St. James Park in front of Buckingham Palace. Walked across a bridge that geeky Jim (I say that with love.) immediately said, 'This is the bridge Voldemort tries to blow up in the new Harry Potter.' I vaguely understood what that meant. But the bridge had a great view and was nice for crossing a river, you know like bridges are. Anyway...
THE COMEDY STORE - Wednesday night we went to The Comedy Store in Picadilly Circus. This is an improv club where Whose Line Is It Anyway? began. AND we had found out beforehand thanks to Jim's curiosity that the one and only Eddie Izzard would be performing. We got in line (que) and got tickets and saw Eddie join in with the cast. When it was over and after a couple of pitchers of beer we were hanging around, taking pictures and the whole group came out. I asked if I could have a photo with all of them and they were very kind and said, 'yes.' Eddie asked where we were from and of course, we then talked about New Orleans and he said he thinks all his shows there from here on out would be to benefit the city. I thanked him for being so kind. Then somehow I lied and said I spoke French and he started speaking French and I was like, 'No - I am lying. I can just say 'je m'appelle Kelley' to which he replied, ' That won't get you a degree in Economics.' I have no idea what that meant. But he's right. It was a super fun night and I was very excited to meet him. And butcher the french language in front of him.

Okay, I think that is the bulk of what has been going on. Hope you are all well back home.