Thursday, February 22, 2007

Wicked Nights


Well now that I've completed the most disasterous essay of my life, I guess I can now write a little more....but on something much more simple than theories of distributive justice.

All this week has been a rush...mostly because instead of working on monday I went to London with Caitlan to see the musical Wicked! First we had a tank session for rowing which has been quite a work out lately.


I love the bus! We met Kristie and Ryan at Victoria station and decided that it would be most original and broaden our cultural horizons by eating at KFC! Well, the main reason we ate here is because we could get a family meal for 13 pounds, which was a great deal at 3 pounds each. That is probably the most I've eaten for the least amount of money since I've been here...






KFC!!



The meal was complete with a liter of Pepsi....so I in light of this special occasion I drank my first soda since July. 7 months was a pretty good run....and since we just drink water for meals here, there is definitely no risk in me having too much pepsi. It's easy to resist if there isn't any to have I guess.





Verity, Caitlan, Me, Krisitie !



Our friend Verity met us there at the food court. She is from London so she had gotten us the tickets, and since we went on a weekday the tickets were a great deal. Our seats were in the last row, but that didn't really matter...the lighting was absolutely amazing. My favorite color has always been greens and teals...and then somewhere along the way, while I've refused to admit this, I've had a thing for violets since I came to college. I've always insisted that its just a nice color for decorating....but my room mates insist there's more to it. Ah, anyway, everything in the building was in the theme of green!! All the way down to the soap in the bathroom.






Caitlan and I met these women from Boston when we were in line for the restrooms...Its amazing how distinct the American accent is when your not used to hearing it! That sounds completely rediculous since clearly I am American, but it's not like I spend the entire day talking to myself. So by now I really don't perk up to an English accent as much as I will an American one.







So wicked, I don't believe I have every seen a presentation on stage that was so elaborate and beautiful! I've always been a fan of Wizard of Oz so it was a great storyline - about the history of Ephabae- the wicked witch of the west......and Glenda- the good witch.


Afterwards Caitlan and I headed to the bus stop...well the bus was driving off right as we were getting there!! We started running towards it because we didn't want to wait another half hour- luckily the bus driver stopped at another spot right around the corner to let us in.

I tried to get some reading finished on the way back but there were these two guys and this Welsh man that just kept telling jokes and basically talking the whole way. So I didn't accomplish much.

The bike ride home from Regents was rainy! I love the fact that I get in at least half an hour of quality bike riding everyday, but when it's after 1am and I get to Iffley road..which is about 3/4 mile of just hill....I have to say that the biking loses its luster....of course I'm just so glad I'm not walking in that rain :) One thing I've definitely learned....it could always be worse!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What you said about how easy it is to pick out an American accent in Europe is so true! That was fun for me in Germany...and then it became a bit tiresome. It's pretty easy to pick out the Americans by looks also, unfortuntely most of the time.

I remember one of my proudest moments when I was abroad was when my friends Lauren, Whitney, and I were in Italy and this American couple approached us and slowly said, "Do..you..speak...English?" We all resisted the urge to crack up and said, "Yes." I felt like we must have looked at least a little European ;)

Jennifer said...

this is the greatest story. a woman did ask me for directions to some place i didn't know on the street yesterday....but i think it was just because I was pushing my bike so she must have figured I knew my way around.....your story is much cooler