thirty two fouettés en tournant

on saturday i took myself to see swan lake at royal albert hall. it was quite an experience and not one i would recommend for those who suffer from vertigo. check out the steepness of the seating in the hall in this picture i ripped of the net:i was sitting right up the top in the cheap seats and had to avoid looking sideways so as not to freak myself out. it was a beautiful performance though. i love going to the matinee session because all the little girls are there in their party frocks and you see them after holding their dad's hands and breathlessly exclaiming i'm going to be on that stage one day. and you just know that they are going to go straight home and practice their swan arms in the mirror and reread all the noel streatfield books. adorable.

other things:

it has rained for about 13 days in a row here. it is grim and i do not regret one dot my decision to get out of england.

the history department took me out thursday evening for a 'goodbye' type thing. they plied me with so many drinks i ended up monkey dancing and headbutting.. i felt so ill the next day that i had to leave a class in the middle of a lesson for a little vomvom in the staff toilets. certainly the peak of my teaching career..

surreal london moment: penny, bonnie and i (all tremendously tired/hungover/suffering gelatine overdoses) wander into the southbank centre to play detective* and instead find ourselves in a big hall hitting each other with enormous bags of air. brilliant.

*checking if a comatose man on the couch was dead or just sleeping in an unfortunate pose