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This weekend I ...
Saw a play (Eight Women) at the Southwark Playhouse
Hosted someone at my house
Went to a graduation ceremony in Cambridge
Ate dinner and played games with [livejournal.com profile] wechsler and his parents
Went to a town called Waterbeach (near Cambridge) to see Alan Shipp's "National Hyacinth Collection" (apparently most of the people in Waterbeach are called Shipp!)
Returned to London in time to see Band Wagon at Sadlers' Wells with [livejournal.com profile] booklectic
Wrote my review for Eight Women
Went to [livejournal.com profile] lovelybug's for dinner

Seriously, I did all of that between 6PM Friday and 11PM today. Work is going to feel like a vacation after this.
webcowgirl: (Christmas tree)
The weekend seems to have flown by. I spent rather a lot of time socializing with [livejournal.com profile] theta_g, who went to see Red Riding Hood panto at Stratford East with me Friday & had lunch & breakfast with me today ([livejournal.com profile] noirem's Scottish oats, very good). Yesterday was nearly entirely wrapped up in party prep & party. I felt like I spent almost half of it wrapped up in private conversations (read: hiding) in my room, but I also know I got out and socialized. About 30 people made it, so it was a good turnout, and I'm convinced people were having fun, which is what really counts. I ended the night with more booze and cheese than I did at the beginning, so that's positive.

Today was comedown day and I was rather blue and lonely, but I picked up at the thought of dinner with [livejournal.com profile] wechsler so much that I post-party tidied like a whirlwind and then went to see "Uncle Boonmee and His Past Live" on Panton Street. It was an odd film, briefly reminding me of Picnic at Hanging Rock, and rather more about death than I expected. Then it was Putney for dinner, and now home. Tomorrow and Tuesday I will be working the retail side of my company's operation: feel free to come by and have a laugh at me. If nothing else, I know these two days will most certainly fly by.
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Well, we're starting December with a thick blanket of snow in England. It's rather less in London but still there's plenty there; today is supposed to be sunny but below freezing. Next up: sheets of ice. I am NOT looking forward to another tailbone cracking incident. Fortunately the Pilates has been helping me keep my balance and I haven't fallen so far though I've slipped many times. And it's giving me lots of time to work on my reviews: I've finished my (girlishly enthusiastic) Iolanthe write up, and hopefully I'll get Black Watch and the Northern Ballet's Nutcracker in the bag by the end of today.

In major packing fail, I got a back together for an overnight and brought the top but NOT the bottoms of my flannel pjs. How did that happen? I also forgot toothpaste but found a teensy container in with a travel toothbrush that had been rolling around in the bottom of my bag forever. All of this was eclipsed by my losing the panther charm off of my Les Nereides bracelet I bought myself as a "you've been working very hard and deserve something nice" present last summer; it must have got caught by my coat when I was taking it off (or putting it on) and snapped off. It made me happy every time I put it on. Wah. :-(

In other news I haven't the faintest idea what my life is going to look like at the end of January other than I think I'll still be working for Il Postino and living in the same house. Everything else feels up in the air. I realize that a long time ago I accepted the fact that most of life was just making it up as you go along, but this all just seems a bit ridiculous.
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I updated my list of shows seen this year and I am already just SIX away from the total I saw last year. Wow. It was my resolution to see FEWER shows this year, but to enjoy them more. And I think I have been enjoying them, although, really, I am feeling a wee bit burnt out at the mo. I was totally unable to connect with Romeo and Juliet on Tuesday, though I did have a wee little wow moment at last night's Birmingham Royal Ballet show, so I'm not totally broken. However, I am not going to bother to write that show up; I'm just too damned tired and don't have enough time - in part because I'm seeing so many shows. Tonight was Ex Cathedra's Monteverdi Vespers with Robin (have forgotten LJ name) and Dan - very pretty but in the future I MUST have the words and translation with me so I can get full effect.

And here it is a quarter til two and you know what I've been doing since midnight? I've been finishing up a review from last week: Time Stands Still by Donald Margulies. I figure most people going want to see Christina Ricci, or maybe Eric Bogosian or Laura Linney: but, as it turns out, it's actually a pretty good play.

That said: it's late. Busy day tomorrow with a guest over for brunch, a trip to Wimbledon for lunch, and then a guest for dinner. I need sleep!

PS: 7 posts and one comment? Thank God for Twitter, LJ is a ghost town!
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I've got two birthday do's to go to tonight but I'm having a hard time getting motivated. I felt mopey when I got up this morning and couldn't really get off the couch until 3 - when I went in the bedroom and fell asleep (a "hard reboot," I call it). I'm not out right now at the first event because the house is messy and I am backlogged with householderly things to do. I've finally got some of the cleaning and some more unpacking taken care of, but I've still got grocery shopping to do. This is a right pain to do on weeknights as our new flat is quite far from the store and lugging all of the crap uphill is not what I want to do before I get to eat. I'm going to be gone for most of tomorrow so basically if I didn't do everything today it was all just going to be sitting there staring me at the face for the rest of next week, too. And, hell, I don't know, does it actually look any better now? I guess the kitchen sure does and there's no getting around the fact that there's a lot of floor in the bedroom now that wasn't there three house ago, so I must have managed to accomplish something.

I think there are still real questions about whether or not I'm going to go anywhere at all tonight (in part because I'm trying to be super tight with the money for the next five weeks), but right now I'm hungry, and I am going to go to DosaAndChutney on Tooting High Street and have a late lunch/early dinner there and then go across the street and do my weekly shopping. It's moments like these when I wish I had a car again ...
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Right, I give myself permission to not feel so bad about totally letting my movie watching slide. I just went back over my list of shows I've seen this year, and, after adding some five or so shows I forgot to put on there over the last eight weeks, I find I've already surpassed the "one show a week" yardstick I used to measure my movie obsession. It's October 6th and I've aready seen fifty five shows!

That said, NOTHING I did today got me any closer to enhancing my movie or show watching goals. I also didn't go to the Cotswolds, or to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park (day returns for 75 quid? Who wouldn't drive?), or to Cambridge, or Windsor (good suggestion, [livejournal.com profile] dimitra, I'l keep that up my sleeve for another day), or even to Hyde Park. No no, this was a day so full of slack that I only made it a few stops up the way to Notting Hill and was too lazy to even make it to a free art exhibit at the Serpentine (Matthew Barney, for those who care).

What we did do was go to the taqueria we were recommended by the waiter at Wahaca (called "The Taqueria"). My god. The food. How we did eat. I mean, I didn't order too much, but after a bite of [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy's chilaquiles, I was all ready to add on an order of green enchiladas, even though I'd already had a sope and was working on some carne asada tacos ([livejournal.com profile] lilithmagna, they do have plenty of vegetarian options, so we can go back some day). The owner and I laughed about Los Ingleses eating their tostadas with a knife and fork ("I try to teach them!" - and it's true, they even have a little diagram on how to eat tacos on their website) and he promised to break into their best tequila when I come back, which will of course be soon. Oh, heaven! I left with a little container of their Mexican drinking chocolate and a firm desire to make it all the way through their menu.

Afterwards we strolled up the street toward the Notting Hill Market, and were confronted with an array of things to buy, if we had money to burn. It was a bit like running the gauntlet on Broadway (on Capitol Hill) and beeing spanged left and right, only instead of being hassled by skint street kids, it was extremely posh shops that would have been more than happy to max out my credit cards with one purchase. The home made macaroons at the French yummy food shop, the tea books (like for Lifesavers) at the Tea Palace ... and the man with champagne on a serving tray in the Atelier Armani store. It was a fantasy life where I could just buy whatever I wanted as I walked up the road. It sure put me in my place. On the other hand, I'm glad I have enough taste to not even want the leather dress, complete with giant leather bow, we saw in one store. "It looks like a dress made out of a plastic garbage bag," commented [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy, and boy, he sure was right.

All said, this put me in fine fettle for the market. I bought nothing, I wanted nothing. Well, really, I wanted the gold lame dress in the window of the Armani shop, and the nice man serving me champagne as I shopped, but no dice. And all of the tat for sale at the market, it just seems like junk that woud clutter up my house, you know? I had my chocolate, I'd turned down a bunch of other stuff, I was good. The Autumnal Flush Darjeeling will still be there for me when I come back (doubtlessly on a Thursday, when the taqueria has mole and discounted margaritas).

Then it was on the tube and Down South for a lovely evening at [livejournal.com profile] spikeylady and [livejournal.com profile] ciphergoth's, where we were fed white wine and Thai food (I've been craving Pad Thai for about two weeks) and watched Heroes (which of course we've never seen) and just revelled in their good company and good vibes, 'cause, you know, there's a lot of good shows out here, but hanging with my friends is what it's really all about. I left behind book 3 of The Bitterbynde Trilogy, Connie Willis' Doomsday Book, and the Eyre Affair, which I, er, finished while I was there (I'm sorry! It was good!). Which reminds me - I'm up to 27 books read this year! Living here is good for me, I think, in ever so many ways.
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I got up this morning, refused to get out of bed, and went back to sleep for a bit. Finally I got up, found some clothes. and trundled across the way to the French Market thing they've got set up at the base of St. Mary's Putney for some "pave' fume'," smoked cheese with ham in it, and then over to the bacon stand across the street for (duh) bacon. Once home I made poached eggs on crumpets with melted hammy cheese on top, bacon on the side, and an extra piece of toasted rosemary bread with more melted cheese. Because, see, when I was walking back, I went by the Wagamama, which was FULL of people eating bowls of noodles and Curry Udon, and was a bit grossed out by having so much heavy food so early in the day, only when I got home I realized it was 12:30 and I was just getting around to making breakfast, so I thought maybe I should add just a bit more food to the plate to make it more of a brunch size. Man, I'm slow. I think I must blow all my energy going to shows and such during the week because I sure don't have any get up and go come Saturday.

So now I've eated and LJed and fed [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy his Connie Willis cracknovel (The Doomsday Book) and I don't really want to do a thing, though I will take a nap soon. I might hit the Primark in Hammersmith and see if I can find an outfit for the party tonight, but only after I've 1) hung up the laundry and 2) walked up the river, because that will be nice.

I'm not doing too well blogging my Penguin classic. Fortunately Mozart's Journey to Prague is quite short. Half of it is poetry and I'm finding the translations intolerably bad, so I'll just consider it "done" when I've finished with the story bit. Rather a lot of it seems to be absorbed with Mozart's inability to be responsible, financially or otherwise, though, once again, there seems to be a dinner party happening. I love this idea of people going to parties and sitting around playing the piano (or whatever) and singing to each other - what's happened to this tradition?
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Hurray, it's a stay at home day! No guilt about where I didn't go, no pressure to be running around, today my goals are simple: make something approaching a Monte Cristo sandwich with the ingredients currently available to me (no toothpicks or swiss cheese), take a shower, and see about getting ONE of my rooms cleaned - maybe the living room or the bedroom. The house is looking painfully pig-sty like. [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy is off to watch St. Etienne at Finsbury park, but I shall spend my day lolling. Huzzah!
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It appears to be lovely and sunny outside - a fresh breeze is blowing in the windows and I can see the roses merrily blooming away in Bishop's Park. Flat boats full of pleasure cruisers have been wending their way up the river, and we're mightily jealous of the people sitting on them in their deck chairs. Sadly, for us it will be a day of cleaning, loads and loads of dishes and various picking up of this and that, the only chance to get control of this before we leave. I also need to do some cooking for tomorrow. So while I'd like to go see some art, or just go for a walk, I think today will be home all day until it's time to head out for the birthday party tonight.

I've moved the Chinese knotwork and jade teapot dangly off my old phone, so my new phone has been baptized. All it needs is a name. We're calling the one I used for the last five months or so "Rosebud" since [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy spent so much time longing for it. I'm not sure what to call this one, but since I'm not prone to personifying inanimate objects (for years I drove "the car"), it'll probably just be called "my new phone" (as in, "Honey, can you help me figure out how to send pictures to LJ with my new phone?").

I also need to see if I can find my driver's license today while I'm pushing things around the flat. It would be really helpful to have while I'm in Detroit, even if it's expired.

Now back into the kitchen for a first load of dishes while [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy makes French toast and bacon.
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I went to Pilates for the first time in a month, and I am SORE SORE SORE! This is, fortunately, in all of the right ways, but my upper arms, inner thighs, and abdomen are all feeling it. I was clearly overdue for some exercise!

The day at work seemed a complete waste. I read over my employees' work, helped shuffle some things through the bureaucratic gauntlet, and had a meeting or two, one of which was with one of our partner companies (the one where when I saw their reps at a conference I wanted to go yell at them, "You ruined my Christmas, you miserable f**ks!"). It was all forgettable and I was overjoyed I could leave early enough to go beat up my various muscle groups.

Tonight ... well, I made salad with roast duck on top (duck courtesy of Inn Noodle), then we dinked on the computers and did some stuff to see about getting our cat here next month and having some clothes waiting for us at [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy's aunt's house. I drank cider and stared out the window and spaced out while the red dye on my hair dried. It wasn't very exciting, but it was relaxing, and I think now I'm just about due for a shower. Night, folks!
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It's past mid-May and the weather is pretty nice today, a bit on the cool side but very comfortable. We're celebrating this lovely day by cleaning the house (though only aftetr an extremely late breakfast of apricot-nut brioche French toast) in anticipation of my sister's arrival Thursday. This is involving some time going through half-emptied boxes (as well as shoveling the large piles of crap out of the dining and living rooms) in addition to the expected washing of dishes and clothes.

Maybe if I'm lucky we'll take some time to go get a new phone today. [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy is thinking of finding himself a used laptop online as the old one seems to be going the way of All Mortal Things. Currently it's pumping out some Lily Allen (whom we're hoping to see at a concert in July).

I can't believe how much crap I still have. I feel like I will never get this place to anything approaching clean because I will always have too much stuff. Why in the world do we have a video box set of two Godzilla movies? We don't have a TV here, much less a VCR, and I don't think we'd be able to watch them here even if we did.

How are you wasting YOUR Sunday (other than blowing it on the Crack Journal)?

Right, enough procrastinating. Back to the grind.

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