Saturday, 1 March 2008: My friend Kevin and I went to the Wallace Museum--which was evidently founded by the illegitimate children of Royals, ha--because our Contemporary British Theatre professor told us that it had some great French revolution-era pieces, and we all know what a sucker I am for that era of design. ha. It was really cool! I don't know that I'd make a special trip for it again, but it was certainly interesting. The rooms were so sumptuously decorated, and (as always!) I got a few interior design ideas. I am such a nerd, picking ideas up for museums.
Anyway, we poked around there for a while, looking at their collection of paintings, furnishings, and medieval and Gothic-period suits of armor before hitting up the gift shop. I didn't buy anything, but more than a few things caught my eye! They had a lot of fashion books from the period, and I was more than tempted to buy a pattern book, but it was £20. Eek! If I keep thinking about it, maybe I'll go back or try and find it on e-Bay--or maybe not. I have issues with e-Bay, as you'll find out later in this entry!
Then we went to a restaurant called Fresco, which was essentially a juice bar (I had orange carrot juice...so good!) but also had delicious pita sandwiches for fairly cheap. After, we went and farted around on Oxford street for a bit and then returned home.
That night, I went to a concert that I thought was supposed to be an electro-pop dance party. Sounds fun, right? Everyone we've talked to has said that we absolutely had to go to an electronica concert while we were here, because European electronica is so much different/better. So we go to one recommended by a roommate's friend. This night, aptly described by Kelly, was a huge night of "What the ****?!"
We get to the venue in central London about a half hour after the show was supposed to start because of issues with not one, but TWO trains. (The one ahead of us broke down, and then the one we packed into during rush-hour traffic had a malfunction and also had to be taken off the tracks. Delicious.) The show ended up starting almost an hour late, which I guess is normal. Anyway, the opening band sucked, and that sort of set the tone for the entire night. Why, you ask? Because this is turning out to be a straight-up concert, not a dance party like were expecting. Electronica? No. Synth rock? Yes. Not into it. If you feel like checking out what my ears were subjected to, here. That main song sounds a lot like NIN, but some were this kind of weird Morrissey/Depeche Mode/Linkin Park (ew, I know) fusion and I was not diggin' it real hard.
However, I spent £20 to get in, and so I was going to have fun, gosh darnit. Once my roommates quit ditching me at the same time to go pee and/or smoke a cigarette and leaving me to save spots, we headed into the middle of the crowd and got as close to the front as we could. Danced our faces off. Yeah, I didn't dig the music, but it was definitely an experience and something I'm glad that I did.
Um. I've been meaning to post at some point about all the stupid things that I've done since I've been here. Here's a list:
- Busted my foot in Vienna. Seriously, it feels sprained. This was over a week ago, and I have no idea how I did it in the first place!
- Shrunk my only winter coat. Luckily it still fits, but if, for some reason, you ever feel compelled to put wool and/or dry-clean only materials in a foreign washer (on low heat, of course) with the intent of simply air drying it...don't. Wrists get surprisingly cold.
- Bought a $4 bottle of water in Paris when I totally could have had a Coke for cheaper.
- £14 gin and tonic, also in Paris. omggg.
- Missed my flight out of Slovakia. Shuddup. We don't talk about it.
- Tripped up the stairs in front of the shower-repair man.
- Stepped in a cold dog poop on the street while wearing my favorite shoes.
...wow. I thought I only had two or three dumb things to make fun of myself for, but apparently I am just a big idiot. ha. They just kept coming to me!
I also ordered a new journal yesterday because I found a really cheap Moleskine on e-Bay yesterday, and I was really excited. It was only £2.94 for a regular sized, unlined one, and they are normally much more expensive (like £10). However, after I committed to buy, I was confronted with the reality that the shipping would be more than double the cost of the actual notebook itself. ha. Last time I do that. Live and learn, right? I feel like that is becoming my motto more and more every day.
I'm off to do some of the homework I have been putting off since last Thursday. Shoot. I am really worthless sometimes. : ] Love you all! I am still anxiously awaiting your letters, by the way. Hurry up, you stinkers!
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