septimus, do you think i will marry lord byron?
last night, i think, marked the true beginning of Good Times in Ye Olde London, UK.
we had a good day of classes, complete with Renaissance dance (the instructor is nicknamed Sweetboots. he is so fancy. i love him.) and Monologues class where my teacher is an actor named Bruce Alexander who's done some pretty sweet things... like playing Parolles with the RSC back in the day, among other things. something tells me he's a DAMN good actor. and it turns out that his son is currently in Titus at the Globe! and was actually one of the actors i thought was quite good.
i'm excited about my monologue -- Red Umbrella pals, it's from Winter's Tale! it's paulina's 'what studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?' i dedicate it fully to the genius of miss k. yates.
a group of us went out last night to see a play that our course director wrote -- and ended up acting in at the last minute as well. (it's really nice to be able to say 'a group of us' now.) it was a two woman show about the legalization of civil partnerships in the UK -- overall (i thought) very charming and witty and pretty well-acted. mostly it was nice to be out seeing theatre with people... and especially afterwards when we all went 'down the pub'. alex, i got the cider just for you -- and was singing 'johnny jump-up' in my head the whole time. though i'm thinking that particular cider must have been much more lethal than the kind i got -- which was lovely but definitely not a killer.
we went from the pub to an underground 'american style' bowling alley in bloomsbury -- a kind of hilarious concept place full of young brit hipsters drinking beer, bowling, and hanging out on a series of couches that looked like they belonged in someone's basement complete with high-school garage band and guys playing legends of zelda in the corner. they played incredibly loud sock-hop/sadie-hawkins-dance type music and we all ended up dancing instead of bowling (because it was free and, really, much more fun).
we got back to camden around 12:30 and stood around talking outside for a while. i'm excited for this new birth of lovely moods and shared stories and the silliness that only starts to happen between people when they're on their way to becoming real friends.
today was the national portrait gallery (highlights: sarah siddons, the duke of buckingham (and his calves!!), keats, the early tudor monarchs, and a bust of robert southey (yes, he has fallen off) -- who's actually something of a looker), and then the borrough market in southwark. i love open air markets -- something about walking around with a loaf of bread and and cheese just really appeals to me. and it's fantastic to know that people have been doing just that in this particular spot on the south bank for over 250 years.
my sonnet is 47. here's some, for all the people i'm missing:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me;
For thou no farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee.
we had a good day of classes, complete with Renaissance dance (the instructor is nicknamed Sweetboots. he is so fancy. i love him.) and Monologues class where my teacher is an actor named Bruce Alexander who's done some pretty sweet things... like playing Parolles with the RSC back in the day, among other things. something tells me he's a DAMN good actor. and it turns out that his son is currently in Titus at the Globe! and was actually one of the actors i thought was quite good.
i'm excited about my monologue -- Red Umbrella pals, it's from Winter's Tale! it's paulina's 'what studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?' i dedicate it fully to the genius of miss k. yates.
a group of us went out last night to see a play that our course director wrote -- and ended up acting in at the last minute as well. (it's really nice to be able to say 'a group of us' now.) it was a two woman show about the legalization of civil partnerships in the UK -- overall (i thought) very charming and witty and pretty well-acted. mostly it was nice to be out seeing theatre with people... and especially afterwards when we all went 'down the pub'. alex, i got the cider just for you -- and was singing 'johnny jump-up' in my head the whole time. though i'm thinking that particular cider must have been much more lethal than the kind i got -- which was lovely but definitely not a killer.
we went from the pub to an underground 'american style' bowling alley in bloomsbury -- a kind of hilarious concept place full of young brit hipsters drinking beer, bowling, and hanging out on a series of couches that looked like they belonged in someone's basement complete with high-school garage band and guys playing legends of zelda in the corner. they played incredibly loud sock-hop/sadie-hawkins-dance type music and we all ended up dancing instead of bowling (because it was free and, really, much more fun).
we got back to camden around 12:30 and stood around talking outside for a while. i'm excited for this new birth of lovely moods and shared stories and the silliness that only starts to happen between people when they're on their way to becoming real friends.
today was the national portrait gallery (highlights: sarah siddons, the duke of buckingham (and his calves!!), keats, the early tudor monarchs, and a bust of robert southey (yes, he has fallen off) -- who's actually something of a looker), and then the borrough market in southwark. i love open air markets -- something about walking around with a loaf of bread and and cheese just really appeals to me. and it's fantastic to know that people have been doing just that in this particular spot on the south bank for over 250 years.
my sonnet is 47. here's some, for all the people i'm missing:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me;
For thou no farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee.
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