Ozu update

Jan. 8th, 2010 07:09 pm
webcowgirl: (Naruse)
I'm missing Tokyo Chorus and Walk Cheerfully tonight. I don't know if I would have had the energy to see both, but bah. I hate thinking I'm missing a movie that will never come back again, and Japanese silents are highly elusive. Apparently the last Ozu festival at the BFI was in '88 or something; I may have to wait rather a while for these two films to get revived. Or, hey, maybe the BFI will put them out as DVDs. It could happen.

At any rate, I've spent the time tonight going over the February Ozu festival schedule and have the rest of the shows and dates picked out.

3 Feb Wed 6:30: There was a Father
4 Feb Thu 6:20: Hen in the Wind
6 Feb Sat 3:20: Early Summer
7 Feb Sun 6:20: Brothers and Sisters of the Toda family
9 Feb Tue 6:10: Late Spring
12 Feb Fri 6:20: Munakata Sisters BAILED
20 Feb Sat 6:20: Equinox Flower BAILED
21 Feb Sun 3:20: Wutai Jiemei (actually this is a Chinese movie which I'm seeing to celebrate Chinese New Year but I thought I'd add it in)
22 Feb Mon 6:20: End of Summer
24 Feb Wed 6:00: Early Spring
27 Feb Sat 4:00: Green Tea Over Rice

That should keep me busy enough ...
webcowgirl: (Naruse)
Madness, madness. In no things moderation. Yep, that's me. This time it's movies, not theater. BFI's got an Ozu festival going on January and February and I'm going to do my best to see all the movies I've seen by him that I've not seen before (i.e. when they did the Ozu festival at the Northwest film festival, a score of reviews from me here). It's odd to think that I saw twelve and yet there are many, many more I've missed - nine movies in January alone, and I could see another two that I'm postponing until February instead. In addition, there are two Ozu lectures I want to attend - one a general one, the other a scene by scene breakdown of Toyko Story, billed as "his greatest movie," and certainly a goodie.

At any rate, here's the schedule I'm looking at for this January. Let me know if you want to come to one or more of them with me. I'll be buying tickets Tuesday.

1 Friday: 16:00 Le Jour se Leve (1939 - oops, this isn't by Ozu, it's a French Gangster flick but looks really good); 18:00 Days of Youth (1929) (both of these are just maybes, I won't be buying tickets for this until the day due to anticipated New Year's Eve exhaustion)
2 Saturday: 18:20 I Flunked, But & A Straightforward Boy (two short movies)
3 Sunday: 18:00 Les Diaboliques (1955, another French gangster flick, but still, at the BFI)
6 Wednesday: 18:15 Ozu, Emotion and Poetry: An Introduction (this is the lecture)
8 Friday: 18:30 Tokyo Chorus (1931); 20:45 Walk Cheerfully (1930)
9 Saturday: 16:10 Where Now Are the Dreams of Youth (1932); 20:30 Days of Youth (maybe - two movies might be too much given the previous night's schedule, and Days of Youth will also depend on whether or not I make it out on the 1st)
16 Saturday: 13:00 Tokyo Story masterclass (scene by scene breakdown); 16:00 Dragnet Girl (1933 - Ozu's gangster flick)
19 Tuesday: 18:30 A Mother Should Be Loved (1934)
27 Wednesday: 18:30 The Only Son (1936)
webcowgirl: (Hedgehog)
I am tired this afternoon. It might have been from all of the iced tea I had yesterday afternoon after our big steak dinner, though I'd expect the cider would have slowed me down enough for later.

McKanna steak, salad w rasp vinaigrette, French cider, potato... on Twitpic

It might be because I haven't been to the gym in two weeks - my membership has expired and I don't really feel like spending £99 for two months of gymming. Last week I was happy not to have it as the AC at LA Fitness is NOT very good and I expected I would have fallen over dead from heat exhaustion if I'd gone in.

But today it's nice and cool and after going to the doctor and discovering I'm at an all-time weight high and my blood pressure is up, it seems like it would be a very good thing to be getting some exercise today (and tomorrow, and the next day). But I just missed on getting a deal for £75 for THREE months and I don't want to sign up for the outrageous terms just described.

It seems, in fact, that all of the energy I have in my body can be described as "just about enough to look at adorable pictures of baby hedgehogs" (and then make a new user icon out of them).

Schedule: tomorrow Time and the Conways (for only £10, no, really, join us if you'd like), then Last Seen at the Almeida Theatre's Summer Festival (join us for that too if you'd like, we're going to the 7 PM one), then off to Scarborough for a lovely weekend courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] the_same_sky. I think it will be a nice week overall.
webcowgirl: (Theater)
I'm sitting here getting terribly excited about this version of Dante's Divine Comedy that I just read about in the Times online. "Five-year-old children pay in a giant glass cube, under the watchful eye of a giant doll. A figure comes on dressed as Andy Warhol and takes Polaroids of the audience. A vast black ball descends and collapses. The steel set crushes a human skull. Crowds of people swarm onto the stage, fall, and roll away as a mechanised skeleton crawls towards them."

Ooh baby. I went right out and booked some tickets for this show - it's all the way in April but some showings are already sold out (though I suppose if you get the three show multi-buy they'll find room for you). Sadly, I can only make it to Paradiso and Inferno (I've booked both for April 2nd) ... I guess Purgatorio can wait (snicker). (There's also a Kabuki 12th Night happening in late March ... yum! I wound up renewing my Barbican membership while I was on the site.)
webcowgirl: (Theater)
I thought I was shopping for furniture but somehow I wound up buying tickets for Die Tote Stadt, and without consulting J first. I am quite the naughty girl. And this was from an email campaign from the ROH so obviously I've got very little impulse control.

I also almost almost bought tickets for The Beggars Opera but since the first date I thought I could go is sold out, I was saved from my follly - I probably shouldn't be buying tickets for Britten operas after Billy Budd.

These are my first ticket purchases of the new year. Why is this more easily accomplished than buying furniture? And why have I lost my "joie du travail" this afternoon? Perhaps the answer is in the bottom of my next cup of tea.
webcowgirl: (ActionFigure)
I swear I just don't get a chance to get a breather even. Work today rushed by as I was trying to leave at 3:30 - but I needed to write a manifesto for my team AND pack my desk and do all of those last minute leaving things. And my Hotel Chocolat order never showed up, AND I got pulled into a meeting at 3:30. And then we still had to go to London Bridge to buy Sekrit Prezzies AND then make it to a second secret present buying location before they closed at six. WHOOSH.

Have spend the night cleaning, buying last minute presents, wrapping less recently bought presents, eating, and paying attention to Boo, who seems to suspect something is up.

Now I need to pack. Aargh!

The schedule in NY looks like this:
Friday: arrive, drop off luggage, eat real New York Pizza, see play Dance Dance Revolution with [livejournal.com profile] thedivas
Saturday: goof off daytime, pizza for lunch. see South Pacific in the evening
Sunday: spend day with [livejournal.com profile] thedivas, likely have some pizza
Monday: day free, pizza lunch, evening [livejournal.com profile] ellen_kushner's The Klezmer Nutcracker with [livejournal.com profile] thedivas
Tuesday: day unsure, evening City Ballet's Nutcracker with my brother and sister in law evening at the gay Colombian bar.
Wednesday: head to Peekskill for Christmas eve with my SIL's family
Thursday: lazy day, cookies and eating
Friday: back to NYC, the entertainment options are myriad, possibly Gypsy or maybe Forbidden Broadway after some pizza.
Saturday: spend day with brother in law and sister outlaw, hopefully ending up at the Korean wing dome for wings and Karaoke
Sunday: God knows. I'm guessing I may want to have some pizza.
Monday: also in the air. Pizza for dinner.
Tuesday: back to Fair Albion, likely with a pizza or two hidden in my bag, as well as some melatonin, maple syrup, corn tortillas, and new clothes.

God, can I procrastinate or what? MUST PACK!
webcowgirl: (Queen Apple)
I get crap from arts organizations all of the time. It's fun reading for me: like looking at a travel company's brochures and imagining the places I could go. Except, well, it doesn't involve leaving London.

The recent batch had not just the Carlos Acosta and company show at ENO the end of July (eee!), but also this cool thing at the Battersea Arts Centre that I've just bought tickets to "Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea:"

Using the aesthetic of silent film, a series of comic vignettes unfold in which the actresses interact seamlessly with antiquated animation accompanied by a charming, often eerie, piano score…

1927 have circumnavigated the globe in search of circus sideshow curiosities and silent films, noir night music and fine flapper dancers... step inside the devil’s mouth and join 1927 plus friends from foreign shores for the most inimitable theatrical event this year!


Along with some other shows I've scheduled tonight, I've booked this one for Saturday, December 6th, while my uncle is here. Tickets were 16 a pop. Anyone else care to join us? (Note that Tuesdays are pay what you can ... so if this sounds good, but you're skint, Tuesdays might be a good plan for you. Show runs through January 3rd.) For some reason it sounds to me like the kind of really cool thing that will sell out before you have a chance to blink ...
webcowgirl: (Queen Apple)
I've been watching prices on tickets to New York for two months now, since mid-June when after Air France entered the market and the prices briefly went way down. I wasn't ready to commit then, though, and saw my £323 Christmas flight slide between my fingers as prices shortly thereafter headed to £400 and stayed there.

Until yesterday, when NW suddenly went to £311. Now, that's for a flight with a crummy old plane change, which turns an almost lovey 8 hour transatlantic experience into a far less palatable 12 hour ordeal ...

but then BA dropped their price to £360. And today they dropped it to about £310 (if you buy on Expedia.com or CheapTickets.com). And that was my buy price, especially after [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy convinced me that I could ethically use the check from my mother in law to pay for two thirds of the cost of the tickets.

So hurray! We're going to New York, and I'll get to see my new nephew (as well as my brother and sister in law, and maybe even my brother in law), and hopefully my (former) dog Shadow (and his new owner [livejournal.com profile] the_divas) too! We're leaving on the 19th and will even get in town in time for a show, which I'm sincerly hoping is Xanadu. We'll come back on the 30th, saving ££££ and getting us to London in time for New Year's Eve.

AND just to make it all sweeter, when I went back and looked at the ticket prices, they had gone back up another $13 each. I'm not sure why they changed - but I bought at just the right time.
webcowgirl: (Default)
Sometimes I make so many plans I get a little ahead of myself. Take last night. I went to the BFI box office to get my tickets for the movie we were seeing, and the woman asked me if I also wanted the tickets for the movie I'm going to on Friday. I said sure ... holding in my hand the tickets I'd just bought two days ago for this same movie. Dear dear. Fortunately I was able to get a credit for them which I can apply to the tickets I intended to buy, apparently for a movie on Wednesday (Ice Nymphs), but I do feel a bit stupid about forgetting which movie I'd already bought tickets for.

Anyway, I'm trying to get a fair bit of planning taken care of at present. I've now found a stunningly cheap hotel in Lyme Regis (The Smuggler) and booked our cheapie train tickets out there so I can study for my ISEB certification in relative peace and quiet, with some fresh sea air to liven up my time reading and staring at the computer. I've also just bought tickets for Giselle, my promised b-day present to [livejournal.com profile] bathtubgingirl. This about tops me up for theater for the next six weeks - I'd like to see Pygmalion and Chalk Garden, but I'm out of time, energy, and £££ for a while (say until the end of August), though I think I can scare together enough moola to see the next show at The Chocolate Factory - if I can convince someone to go with me (as I want to go while J's watching The Tour in Paris, I will need to find a boon companion).

Otherwise, my last planning type plan is to get a copy of Madame Bovary today so I can finally join the [livejournal.com profile] bibliogoth book club for real ... which makes me think, I should make plans to go horseback riding with [livejournal.com profile] silkyraven! And then there's planning for the trip with my sister in October ... cause of much belt-tightening over the next two months, I think. At least the work permit is paid for, and when that's finished I'll have access to some savings ...
webcowgirl: (HotTomato)
1. Made enchiladas. Yum!
2. Tried making sangria with white wine. Yum! (It doesn't really taste like sangria but whatever.)
3. Beat [livejournal.com profile] wechsler and [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy decisively at Through the Desert. (I was making it up, however. I will be beaten again the next time we play.)
4. Bought tickets for two more movies in the Guy Maddin series: Archangel (Friday 18 July 2008 at 18:30, seats F5 - F6), and Brand Upon the Brain! (Tuesday 15 July 2008 at 18:20, J4 - J5, and only 5 quid). If anyone else wants to come to these shows with us, please do!
5. Tried and failed to get tickets to see Faeries, which is well on its way to selling out. I am not happy about not being able to get tickets to this show on a schedule convenient to me because the show requires that adults bring a child. What's up, if I went to this show as an adult I must be a pedophile? Is this really legal? To me it's blatant discrimination against the childless and it pisses me off.
6. Bought a second copy of a Proust book, Following Proust: Norman Churches, Cathedrals, and Paris Paintings, that I'd ordered before as a present to me from my dad.
7. Tried to get a copy of Finding Time Again, as I'm getting darned near to the end of my current book and it's become very interesting.
8. Put in some laundry, including all of the clothes the rain soaked through while in York.

Oh, also I found the program from Friday night's Emma Kirkby show, and I'm going to reprint a poem from it (though what I should be doing is writing it up for my other blog). I found it, on Independence Day, a sort of 9/11 reflection on a fallen America, but I'm now much better able to understand what they mean, in a pre-Christian era tribal society, when they are talking about someone being a widow and what that has to say about what would happen to their status in society. It was sung in German and I found it very moving. Anyway, Lamentations 1: 1, (2,) 8, (9,) 12, (20, and 21) for the original.

How desolate lies the city/ Wie liegt die Stadt so wuste
that was so full of people/ die voll Volkes war.
She is like a widow/ Sie ist wie eine Witwe.
She who was a princess among the heathen/ Die eine Furstin unter den Heiden
and a queen in the provinces / und eine Konigen in den Landern war
must now serve/ muss nun dienen.

She weeps in the night so that (Look and see!) / Sie weinet des Nachts (Schauet doch und sehet!)
tears run down her cheeks / dass ihr die Tranen uber die Wangen fliessen,
and no one among all of her lovers / und ist niemand unter allen ihren Freunden
will comfort her/ der sie troste.

All those who were close to her despise her/ Alle ihre Nachsten verachten sie
and have become her enemies / und sind ihre Feinde worden.

Anyway, from this poem to the Trojan Woman to today, the tale of being left desolate by war and death and crying to yourself hopelessly really hit me. It was really lovely listening to the three gambas and two violins of the London Baroque accompanying Emma Kirkby and baritone Peter Harvey (the "beholds" above) as they sang this song, the "Klaglied" by Buxtehude and written upon the death of his father. Sadness, it is truly something that transcends all history. Is joy not the greater surprise?
webcowgirl: (Theater)
My review of Dickens Unplugged is now up. I enjoyed it quite a bit and it didn't empty my pockets. That said, if you're at all interested, catch it this weekend as its last performance is Sunday.

This will be a busy weekend - dinner in Dalston with Josela tonight, birthday party Saturday afternoon and drinking party Saturday night, and likely birthday party in Brighton on Sunday, if the weather holds. And somehow I need to get my house cleaned - it's a wreck. For now, off to the gym.
webcowgirl: (ActionFigure)
I spent dinner reading an article I've been holding onto for a while with the cover teaser of "Rachel Cusk on the dangers of telling the truth about motherhood." What were these truths? I had to know. And it was a really engaging read, enough to pull me back to it as soon as dinner had been eaten and the plates cleared away. One of the things she noticed was that she was basically being censored by other women, who weren't okay when what she said about her feelings went against the party line on what was an acceptable thing to say about how being a mother made you feel. While I enjoyed a lot of what she had to say, I found this bit especially resonated with me. Why is it that it's so often other women that try to put the brakes on what comes out of women's mouths? Why are they the forces of conformity? Is the price of sisterhood learning how to "put up or shut up?"

Tell me, oh (female) hive mind: has this been your experience?

I've been moody today. I've even come up with a name for the thing that's been causing my moods lately. I'm going to call it The McGuffin. The McGuffin hasn't gone away, although I thought I saw signs of its demise not too long ago ... it's apparently wormed its way into my brain and will now just kind of twitch now and then when something sets it off. I look forward to it dying permanently, but I now realize this may not happen for another three to six months, or longer. Meanwhile I've got yet another pile of poo added to what I've been toting around inside my head to make me act irrationally and obsess on stupid things. Yay!

So the McGuffin was bothering me as I set out today. I was angry about running so late and making [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy and [livejournal.com profile] wechsler sit and wait for me while I tried to find an outfit to wear (a lack of summer weight pants was making this difficult for me). But after we'd made it to West Dulwich station, of all things, Carter's Steam Fair was set up! It was full of beautiful, restored, gilded giant toys that had calliope accompanyment and silly signs on the sides. The swing even blew out a huge puff of steam every time it went backwards. It was great!

Suddenly I was eight years old and the world was full of wonder. I ran around looking at all of the rides, laughing and pointing and realizing that rather a few of them would make me feel quite ill. The carousel was playing "The Lambeth Walk," a song I wouldn't have recognized a year ago, and I felt so proud of myself for being able to grow a little into the local culture. We stopped in the arcade and played some of the silly, old-fashioned machines. I went for the fortune teller, my obsession since reading American Gods. I got the same one I got last time: "Your hand denotes a firm and determined character, one that can be led but not driven .... Very sincere, but too independent to please most people whom you meet." Yep, it's like a badge of pride and yet a knife in my heart - that ever so accurate fortune of mine - I should just change my LJ user description to say what it says on the card.

I can't really explain how much this cheered me up. We didn't actually ride any rides or play any more games, but trotted off to the Dulwich Picture Gallery to see the Coming of Age: American Art, 1850s to 1950s exhibit (ends tomorrow). This was a very nice exhibit - good representations of the realist, substantially landscape-type work produced in the 1850s right up through Calder and Rauschenberg. I also really enjoyed the artists' description of their art, and the assertion of the need to develop an American identity for art, one which "embraces the world as it exists today" - a philosophy I feel most art forms should pursue, especially the performing arts. We also got to see an exhibit of photographs from China done at the very beginning of the 20th century which I found fairly interesting (reminded me of Song of the Fishermen as well as the Chinese opera I've been watching). We actually were finished in good time - the exhibition hall is rather petite - and had an opportunity to sit down and have tea and scones. It was lovely.

Afterwards it was off to meet [livejournal.com profile] natalya and [livejournal.com profile] lovingboth up at St. Pancras, with a short stop at London Bridge to wrangle some dinner fixin's (stuffed duck breast at a 30% discount, go heavy bargaining me!) and an opportunity for the McGuffin to take control again (boo). I finally got home at 7:30, popped the food in the oven, and we ate at 8:30 ... and now I'm so tired. So tired! It seems like I really burn the candle at both ends based on how long it takes me to get my engine restoked over the weekend. And I say this, and yet I read that the some Russian ballet company is coming to London in late July and I'm all going, "Oooh! Ooh! How many of the shows can I see?" (the answer is two, but I only really want to see one). I can tell I'm going to put myself in an early grave, but, God, getting there is really fun, except for the sleep deprivation.
webcowgirl: (Movie reel)
Wow, they're doing a Guy Maddin movie festival at the BFI in July. I am chuffed. Furthermore, I'm about to make plans for about a third of July in one fell movie ticket buying sweep. SCORE!

Read more... )

Also, I need a recommendation for not too expensive accommodations in York ... ideas?

PS: Slept great last night, shall have to try going to bed before 11 on a more regular basis.

Vindicated

Apr. 28th, 2008 09:45 am
webcowgirl: (Mano Poderosa)
I checked in my email and the date I'd made reservations for the Gat Xino was indeed the 24th. She changed the date in the confirmation letter, and I did not notice it at the time - I'm not in the habit of cross-checking those things.

So I was totally humiliated on Thurdsay night when we arrived and found no room at the inn, but now I'm vindicated and will be asking for a refund of all charges made to my card, both the 68.37 deposit and the 215 euros for our "one night stay" that we never got to have.

These Gat Xino idiots got my vacation off to a start that I only was recovering from on the last day, and I look forward to having my Visa card slam them to the ground.

FYI, this week is the most under-scheduled one I've had in weeks - home tonight, home Wednesday, home Thursday (now mind I won't be sitting around there by myself being all ronery or anything), and I just decided after consultation with J to not go to his show's opening on Tuesday, which means I may be at home and in fact by myself, but whatever - maybe I can get my hair done. Then Friday is Dina Martina and Saturday I'm off to Florida for a week for a conference. Frankly, doing very little this week seems like a good plan.
webcowgirl: (Chinese tea)
I've just booked four tickets for "Slippery Mountain," written up in this morning's Metro as "a Chinese opera performed while Jasmine tea and dim sum are served" (only other review available here. We'll be going Sunday April 13th, the 6 PM show - tickets available here. I'm excited!
webcowgirl: (HotTomato)
So ... the show I wanted to see today was massively sold out (20 people turned away!), so I'm not sorry I didn't haul myself over to Bermondsey to watch it. But I've made reservations, so I will be seeing Annie Get Your Gun next Thursday. I do hope I continue getting better and that in fact I'm making some real progress on the health front, which my FURTHER reduced weight speaks against (I'm now at 166, which is a bit creepy as I think I'm eating well). But I've stacked my schedule as if I'm a healthy woman, to wit:
Monday: Meeting
Tuesday: Speed the Plow at the Old Vic
Wednesday: mahjong in Greenwich (crap, could have played with [livejournal.com profile] interior_lulu while she was over for tacos tonight if I'd only remembered)
Thursday: Annie Get Your Gun (review here)
Friday: The Mikado at the Gielgud
Saturday: Chita Rivera

If I'm not healthy this is not going to be a good week, that's for sure.

Based on having no responses to most of my posts this week, I'm assuming people are bored to listening to me whinge on about my cold. Believe me, I'm sick of having it. I should have some pictures up from the trip later this week and I'm going to post one of the recipes that I made yesterday as it was quite yummy but it's now 10 PM and for the new tired (yet light weight, soon to float away) me it's time to go to bed.
webcowgirl: (Default)
I have, sadly or amusingly, finished two books already this year. Sodom and Gomorrah, unfortunately, is not one of them. And, well, I haven't really been much up for reading it in the last week. That said, I'm at page 444, 70 away from the end, and not the least bit closer to getting a hardback copy of the Penguin new translation of The Prisoner and the Fugitive. What, did every library in the world buy a copy before it went out of print, and now no one will let go of theirs? Is a hardback copy of this novel just not an impulse purchase? Me, I need a copy I can carry around for five months or so and paperback just isn't cutting it. I don't want to hear any BS about US copyright law* keeping me from getting one, I just want the freaking book!

Oh yeah, and here's my schedule for the week. Key element: do nothing after work.

Sunday: nap sporadically, fetch things for [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy, drink hot toddies.
Monday: work, come home, see how [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy is doing.
Tuesday: work, come home, let [livejournal.com profile] wechsler make dinner for us.
Wednesday: work, come home, REALLY hope this cold is on its way out. Maybe see a movie across the street.
Thursday: work, come home, pack.
Friday: work, panic about trip, possibly go to birthday party. Please let the cold be over.
Saturday: er, leave on trip. This will be interesting ...

*It's sold out in England but hasn't even made it to the printers in the US, in case you care, and probably you don't.
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I'm looking forward to a great two weeks. Here's what's happening:

19 Dec Wednesday: a warm-up boozerama with the work folks, then Kiki and Herb (with [livejournal.com profile] booklectic!)
20 Dec Thursday: dinner at [livejournal.com profile] robot_mel's.
21 Dec Friday: work lunch, then party chez us (Winterbrew! ask for details). End of work for two weeks!
22 Dec Sat: Pinocchio at the ROH with [livejournal.com profile] bathtubgingirl
23 Dec Sun: Handel's "Messiah" with Emma Kirkby singing and the company of [livejournal.com profile] rosamicula.
24 Dec Mon: [livejournal.com profile] butterbee arrives! Dinner at ours.
25 Dec Tues: Christmas with [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy, [livejournal.com profile] butterbee and [livejournal.com profile] wechsler. I think we'll be having goose.
26 Dec Weds: Boxing day Cinderella panto matinee!
27 Dec Thurs: Dennis Severs house tour, 6:30; possible trip to the Wellcome collection and the sleep exhibit.
28 Dec Friday or 29 Dec Saturday: Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake (getting details together - other night free).
30 Dec Sunday: Masque of the Red Death!
31 Dec Monday: Ye Olde New Year's Eve Bash!
1 Jan Tuesday: recovery.
2 Jan Wednesday: my one day of work.
3 Jan Thursday: go to Paris with [livejournal.com profile] butterbee.
4 Jan Friday: more Paris!
5 Jan Sat: return in time for evening shenanigans.
6 Jan Sun: anticipate return to work *sigh*
7 Jan Mon: [livejournal.com profile] butterbee leaves. Wah.
8 Jan Tuesday: see Les Patineurs at the ROH; mourn the end of the festive season over mulled wine.
webcowgirl: (Roxie)
Because I am a drag queen living in a woman's body, I am going to have to see Chita Rivera this February, because, well, you know, living goddess and all that, must worship at the altar. And I guess Liza Minelli is coming, too, but, um, I don't hear that call so much.
webcowgirl: (HappyHat)
Okay, there is a Ceili in Hammersmith this Friday at the Hammersmith Town Hall (about halfway between Hammersmith and Ravenscourt Park). Does anyone want to go with me? I'll be having drinks beforehand at the William Morris pub on King Street.

Ceili ceili ceili! (And ceilidh too.)

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