This Week

Right, it’s been a week and I have five days left in London. It’s a bit surreal to be honest, despite the inevitable mailing that will occur tomorrow (all my sweatshirts, all of the presents for those who don’t live with me, my posters, the rest of the large-ish teddy bears) and the fact that I’ve packed up all my mugs and everything else in my room is, bit by bit, getting put away either in my duffel bag or my carry on. Still, I haven’t been resting on my laurels or moping in my room about my departure on Tuesday. No, I’ve been out and about getting in my last trips both in the southern part of England and in London. There will be more trips in London tomorrow, but for now I’m going to talk about a couple of stand out moments from the last seven days.
So I’m going to admit it: I bailed on Miike Snow. I printed out the ticket but when the time came to leave for the gig, I decided that I just didn’t want to spend 3 hours rubbing shoulders (literally) with a bunch of hipsters. I like Miike Snow’s music, but the majority of the people who were going to be at that concert are exactly the kind of people who have made my London experience less than brilliant. So I stayed home and relaxed, which given the week I’ve had was probably a good idea.
The next night however I didn’t bail on seeing the Hertfordshire Choir perform Mozart’s Requiem. It was an amazing performance and so Mozartian that at points I just had to smile and go “Aaah Mozart. So distinctive, so pattern oriented.” I had a nice dinner and in general a nice night out. However to all future composers: Don’t try and mix modern music with scientific theories and moral concepts. Especially where lyrics are involved. It doesn’t work.
Monday I mailed things. I had grander plans, but after I found out that I would be spending hard cash to mail everything, grander plans went out the window.
Tuesday I went to Brighton and while the weather was nice and I got some good pictures, it was a bit disappointing to be honest. I went to the Pier, but none of the rides were opened and for me, that was the whole point. Sure the Royal Pavilion was beautiful and opulent and well worth the time, but it’s not why I went to Brighton. I went to Brighton to have fun on the pier. Still, at least I can say I’ve been there (like I can say I’ve been to Leeds, Cardiff, Liverpool, Glasgow, Bath, Winchester, Salisbury, York, Canterbury, Greenwich, Penzance, Windsor, Stonehenge, and Dover.)
Speaking of Dover, that’s where I went today. It was over cast the entire time, I couldn’t find the restaurant my Mom found for me (I walked past where it was multiple times though without knowing it, which annoys me even more), and it took 35 minutes to get from the White Cliffs (National Trust shop site) to the Dover Priory train station (which means it probably took about 30 minutes to get from the town centre to the cliffs). Once I was at the White Cliffs, the views were amazing, but again, it was over cast and chilly. Not a great day for viewing needless to say. However the day was redeemed because I got a crepe and the book my grandmother wanted me to get for her at St. Pancras. However the some of my flatmates are being obnoxious, but I only have a few more days of said obnoxiousness.
I still have to make up my mind about what I’m doing tomorrow, but I do know that the morning will be devoted to spending a great hairy wad of money to send off the last of my sending off things. It annoys me, but the post office doesn’t take credit cards (well American credit cards) so I have no choice. I might be getting my hair done or I might be shopping and going to the Eye. All I know is that I’m having dinner with Amanda and a friend of her’s, so part of my evening is taking care of. I also know that on Saturday I’m going to a cinema theater to watch Dr. Strangelove: or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb because I haven’t seen it all the way through and it seems like a good movie to see on the big screen. In the next entry I will talk about my undying love for Glee and the Comedy Store. But that’s next time. Until then, don’t panic.

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