hallelujah, cmon get happy!

Ive been slacking this week on the blog! Lots to include. lets see how concise I can be.

Art:
In the past week, I went to The National Gallery to visit the Renaissance collection,
and The Wallace Collection for their Dutch Genre paintings and Rococo art.

Fashion:
I went to the Globe Theatre and was part of a costume demonstration.

Meow. This is exactly what purchase needs: a Victorian drag queen. Id put all of those other bitches to shame. Watch out Fall Ball!

a day in the life.

European Travelers note:

When you put you're debit card into a machine, dont get all excited when the money comes out and run away because you haven't got your bloody card back yet! Wait for it, c'mon, wait for it. Ok, now take it and go.

I've lost my debit card twice in this fashion already because I overzealously took the money and ran to my nearest pub/shopping destination. 

I know this sounds like complete bollocks, but I HAVE to emphasize how amazing the weather has been.
We've had 5 beautiful days in a row now. Blue skies, crisp air, and sunshine. Unheard of in this city.
Its helping compensate for missing fall. Cause its nothing like a New York fall.

but when the weather is nice like this, I like to get lost off the main road,
into the smaller neighborhoods, where theres more trees, and leaves to scuffle on the ground.

I think about living here after school. Totally plausible.
With things going so well at the King's Head, I might find a paid position pretty easily.
We have a press night on Thursday to introduce Opera Up Close, at the King's Head, London's first new opera house in 40 years.

I totally could do this forever. Last night I comped all my friends tickets. I LOVE being able to do that. so VIP. We saw Showstoppers: An Improvised Musical. It was absolutely brilliant. The actors were so talented. They story was so coherent for something that was made up on the spot. I could swear that one of the actors was Patti LuPone. Spitting image. Exact facial expressions, mannerisms, and voice. I pretended it was her to whole time. gay dream.

Speaking of gay dream, I got lost in a bookstore yesterday. I went in with a few friends and they were looking for something specific, so I sat down to relax cause we had been walking all day. I looked up from my chair and was staring at the fine art section. It was only seconds before I was compelled, no, forced like a magnet, into a world of Bauhaus theory, White and the use of Negative Space, Japanese Aestheticism, and a photo-chronicle of the collections of Alexander McQueen. I could've been there all day.

I haven't quite missed home much, but that bookstore made me miss Purchase. I need to be filling my brain with theory and history all the time! This "semester off" is intellectually unsatisfying thus far. But its too early to complain, we're only in our second week of classes.

Glitter and Grease

Week two of my London invasion has been a success.
Classes are awesome. Im taking Theatre Skills, Theatre in London, and Computer Software and Hardware Architecture.

For Theatre in London, you basically go see 11 shows over the course of the semester which is everything i need and more.
The theatre skills class is my favorite though because, believe it or not, most of us on a daily basis have little to no interaction with Londoners. And due to the nature of a acting class, I get to form close relationships with people that actually live here. what a concept.

I also started my internship at the King's Head Theatre. I hold the title of box office manager and worked 5 days this week. I promised myself I wouldnt work that much but my excuse for the first week is that we just opened a production of Barber of Seville and so they needed extra hands.
Its pretty legit, I get to work on managing ticket sales, sending daily updates to the producers, and managing the website. Ive already earned a set of keys, an email address (anthony.russo@kingsheadtheatre.com) and free ale in the pub downstairs on my breaks.
What more can a girl ask for?

Now on other note, this week I saw a cat on a leash, and I HAD to ask the guy if all london men keep their pussies locked up like that. He thought it the appropriate time to ask me for money.

Story of the week:
I was showering on an average Wednesday morning when the fire alarm went off, I got freaked out, fell out out of the shower, whacked my head on the toilet, and laid on the cold wet ground, naked,  for 5 minutes crying that the world was ending.
fantastic.

The appropriate inappropriate Photo-log of the week:
(after the jump, naturally)

1 week, and over $1000 down.

The first week on my invasion of London town has been successful to say the least.
Sitting, exhausted, hungover, and covered in glitter, I finally have a moment to post about my week.


The first couple days were a challenge not to be noticed for being American. The UK is like an alternate universe (i.e. Fringe) where everything is the same just a little different. Everything from electricity, to water pressure, to toilets, phone numbers, queuing, to ordering food, its all the same give or take a few details. 
How am I suppose to know that you need to press the button for the door to open on the tubes? or how to handle a 13 digit phone number? &that if you ask for water, you get it in a bottle. Specify "tap."

Theres a lot more to worry about than just "minding your gap."
Make sure when crossing, you look left.
and when taking the escalator, stand to the right!

We've learned not to confuse the Tower Bridge with the London Bridge,
that Platform 9&3/4 actually exists,
and that the following boys, may be hugging, they may be kissing, but they are most definitely not nancys! (we'll get to that in a moment)

We've also learned that cab drivers will only take you when it's convenient for them and no one is capable of giving you directions.

We've already be followed by someone who just got out of jail, witnessed fighting in the streets, as well as a chav (Brit for white trash) getting tackled by a couple of Bobby's (Brit for PoPo).

and we also happened to stumble upon the filming of Pirates of the Caribbean 4.

Best places so far to visit: Camden market, and Oxford street. So dangerous. I'm going to attempt to not do any shopping (unless i HAVE TO HAVE IT) until December and then spend the left over money before i go home.

Fashion update: (after the jump, click it bitches!)