My doppleganger, becala, and I met up during my recent trip Stateside and once again the world didn't explode. Once again, we unintentionally wore the same clothes and are sporting the same hairstyle. (Exhibit A) Once again, someone mistook us for sisters. (Exhibit B, paragraph 1) And once again, we got rather dr0nk and talked silly.
We met up again the day before I left to go on a hike through the Olympic National Forest. The bloke took some pictures of us lurking in the trunk of a giant fallen cedar tree. Note that he didn't give us any direction about what expressions to adopt in these three photos. We simply did the same things simultaneously.
I didn't put her in my suitcase and carry her back to London, but I may not be able to resist next time.