Status: Hot and sweaty, but in the least sexy way possible
Of course on the most humid day in London, I have to be crazy busy and doing a lot of tube-hopping. We had to film Roof's and Penn's scripts (only a few lines differ in the two of them) that Roof was filming. Got to hang out by the Thames with Cara and Roof, acting and gossiping about all kinds of things. I have decided that I adore this woman to death. Such a shame that she's going to Rice next year, but I can't blame her. I'd leave too if I had to deal with MSU staff politics, especially when it comes to film.
Then I literally ran up and down the Millenium Bridge (which, by the way, fun side story. You've seen Harry Potter, yes? [I can hear the groaning. Stop] Remember how cloudy it was when the loverly Death Eaters tore it apart? Yeah. Pretty much the same weather. I realized that halfway down and I had to stop, look around, smile, and then keep running) so that I could get to Arcadia on time. I almost missed it, but I made it just in time. Out of breath and sweating like an Eskimo in the middle of the desert, but I made it.
Arcadia was quite magical. Tom Stoppard is quite magical.
When I get back to the states, I'm buying the script. I don't think ROIAL Players could quite pull it off, but for personal reasons, I want to own this play. Like I mentioned before, the play takes place in the same house, but in two different times in history. The way that the lines blur between the two times was so beautiful on every level of theater. Plus, your typical snappy, back-and-forth dialogue that Stoppard writes so well was ridiculously funny. It was also touching, too.
Go read it. All of you.
In about 37 hours, I'll be shipping my butt home. Sorry if you're getting tired of the countdown, but my calender is right next to me, blowing in the fan's glorious breeze, so it draws attention to itself and reminds me every half second.
Souvenir shopping is over, thank God. Now I may bask in the wonderful pounds I still have left until Friday morning. w00t
Not really sure how it's all going to fit in my suitcase...but, we'll deal with that when it comes.
I'm gonna go pass out now so I can save my energy for karaoke tonight. yay
Pip pip, cherrio and all that rot!
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