Well, it's been more than a month since I blogged. A quick recap: "Drums in the Night" and finals happened, I went to California, and set sail (okay, airplane, really...) for London.
And here I am. My apartment just makes me laugh. We're on the sixth floor so it's a long hike up every morning. It's just the three of us in the flat: me, Mitch, and David. I was telling them that I'm happy things will be relatively chill on the guys' end. So far, things have been great. Our flat does look like the set of a Tim Burton movie and the shower seems to have been built for Hobbits, but I can't complain; I'm in London! I was immediately struck by how cool everything looks here. I'll restrain myself from taking too many pictures of things like brick walls and peoples' front doors; really, I can talk the talk but when it comes to actually taking pictures I can never manage it. Oh well...I forgot to pack a towel so to save money for theatre tickets I picked up a hand towel at the grocery store for a couple pounds and that will serve me just fine. After all, we have a midget shower so why not feel even more like a giant?
My only beef is with the food. (No comment as to whether or not that pun was intended.) Good heavens, have the British never heard of sugar? Or seasonings? Or reasonable prices? I bought the equivalent of sugar smacks at the grocery store but it's certainly turned out to be more smack than sugar. Oh well. Maybe this will cure me of my need for kick-you-in-the-mouth sorts of food.
All is well here. We're going to the half price ticket place today to go see a show. What will it be? Whatever they've got that isn't "Wicked." Yes, you heard me. And I'm off to the first day of class.
