From a Friday the 13th departure filled with bad omens (yes, there was a black cat) to 3:30 a.m. chicken dinners in the sky, we somehow survived London customs, the Tube, and a heatwave. We powered through jet lag with a Buckingham Palace “quick walk” that wasn’t quick at all, got lost in London’s posh neighborhoods, and ended the day with the best meal of the entire trip (sorry, Pizza Palace). Join us for day one of our British invasion – complete with laughs, travel chaos, and a birthday toast 30,000 feet in the air.