monsieur mckellen

Happy Easter and middle of Passover everyone! I had a particularly wonderful/expensive breakfast this morning at a French cafe and I'm up and at 'em (meaning I am begrudgingly trying to finish my English reading). But what I really want to tell you about is my weekend!

Friday was a lazy day for most of us. We had lunch at cool pub off of Tottenham Court Road (£4 for fish and chips or bangers and mash - what!) and because it began raining as soon as we ordered, we whiled away most of the afternoon there playing a miserable round of Botticelli - Will seemed to be the only one having fun - and waiting for the weather to turn around. This pretty much ruined our chances of making it out to the Victoria and Albert Museum, but with nine more weeks, I have faith that we'll get there eventually. Instead, we spent the afternoon in the park with the infamous fountain, throwing the disc around (or rather, I took pictures, watched Jenny and the guys throw the disc and altogether avoided the mud).

Saturday was an early start, but by choice. While on my new fave website, Time Out London, I saw that there were only three performances left of Waiting for Godot, featuring Sir Ian McKellen! Jenny and I stood in a queue for an hour waiting to get discounted same-day tickets and triumphed. It was a fabulous show! I can't even begin to describe the beauty of it. It was very intimate; we were in the second row of the theater and could basically see up the players' noses, which is much more gratifying than it sounds! They cast managed to make a very gritty, overwhelming play magical, tangible and sympathetic (if you've ever read Beckett, you'll know why this is difficult).

Fun abounds in Londontown!