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School…Does that involve work?

So, the first 2 weeks of classes have come and gone, and I can’t say I’ve done much school work. Maybe your last semester is supposed to be a real party term, but I can’t help but feel uneasy with all the partying I’ve done without starting a single assignment. I have managed to hit the gym 5 times in the past 10 days, but that seems like my only accomplishment.

Tuesday night we watched Brokeback Mountain – the gay cowboy flick with lots of Oscar buzz. The story moved pretty slowly, with lots of scenes of characters staring at each other without any dialogue. There weren’t any stunning visual effects or amazing action sequences. I think the movie’s strong point was forcing you to think about your own stereotypes and preconceptions; that and the oh-so-cliche lassoing scene. It was a good movie, but I’m not sure if it warrants all the hype. I guess its subject matter is a bit controversial. And it has lead to plenty of discussions here and a lot of joking about meeting people on the mountain and references to cowboys.

This week I passed on Bomber Wednesday (even though last week was a blast), and instead Lorrissa, Erin, Ben, and I (herein referred to as the Roomies) spent the evening drinking wine and playing cribbage and poker. In many ways it was better than Bomber because no one got overly drunk, stumbling home was much faster, and I love playing cards.

Thursday night the Roomies went to Molly Bloom’s and met up with Laura and her Environmental Science friends. It was a good evening, but we sat next to the band, so I ended up shouting all night.

Friday night I ended up at Nic’s for a boys night out poker tournament. $5 buy in, Texas Holdem style. We all had big dreams of winning big like Steve Paul-Ambrose, the Waterloo student who just won $1.3 million USD in a poker tournament. We played for 5 hours and managed to squeeze to tournaments in. Sean won the first one, and by some small miracle, I managed to take the second one. So I walked away $25 richer at the end of the night.

More of the same, but with pictures

The new digital camera has arrived, so this post will be complete with pictures taken on my new Canon IXUS 55.
Friday night after work I went looking for a new place to live. I visited a flatshare in Mile End, which was a 7 minute train ride from work. The place was fairly nice, but the neighborhood was even dodgier than Brixton, the cheap room was taken, and I wasn’t about to pay 100 pounds a week to live in fear. Although there were two really, really cute Swedish girls looking at the place at the same time and it looked like they were going to take the other room. Oh well. The search continues.

When I got home Kimayne and Gemma convinced me to go buy some wine with them so we could get trashed. Not that it took much convincing for two agree to drink with two beautiful girls. We had a great time drinking wine, playing cards, and chatting. I taught them how to play 31. After cards, Gemma and I watched the end of Layer Cake, but I fell asleep 2 minutes after turning it on, and Gemma had to wake me up when it finished so I could drag my butt into bed.

Saturday afternoon I met Melissa at the Peacock to see Shaolin Kung-Fu – not my choice of plays, but when you know someone who can get you in for free you don’t argue (thanks Ariel). The Kung-Fu was really gimmicky and not too impressive, and all the 12 year old boys hopped up on ice cream pretending to be ninjas got on my nerves.
Star Watching
After the play, the three of us scampered down to Leicester Square to catch the screening of Bee Season as part of the London Film Festival. It stars Richard Gere, and we were hoping he would be there, but he wasn’t. The film was really good though. I’m not sure when it will make it to general theatre release, but it’s worth checking out. As we left the theatre we were thrown into the throng of people and paparazzi taking pictures of Gwyneth Paltrow who did attend the showing of her film. I tried getting some pictures but they all turned out blurry.

We hit a Italian restaurant afterwards for some quick pasta. We were going to go to a bar for a while, but none of us were dressed for it and the 5 pound cover scarred us away. I was more than happy to come home, eagre to get some sleep so I could get up early and go for a run tomorrow. But lj updating is more time consuming than I thought. I need to get myself into decent running shape. I’ve signed up for a 5 mile race in Leeds in mid-November. It has a free t-shirt for all participants so it met my stringent criteria. Should be fun to get out of London.

Theatrical Weekend (and Monday)

I made apple strudel this weekend. Mmmmm. I peeled the apples and made the filling Friday night and then baked the strudel Saturday morning. The phyllo dough was shaped differently than I’m used to so it took a bit of experimenting to figure out how to cut it so I could get a nice triangular shape. In the end they turned out good enough that my roommates polished them off pretty quickly, but I would improve the recipe next time.

The rest of Saturday was devoted to the theatre. I saw a matinee performance of James Thiérrée’s La Veillée des Abysses. It was outstanding! Outstanding! It’s really tough to explain in words, but here goes: it was kind of like Cirque du Soleil, but with a 5 person cast that did everything from moving the props around to playing live music on the piano. The stage was set in very dark Victorian era furniture and props. It was almost haunting, but beautiful. You can check out the pictures and the videos on the link to try get a better mental picture.

Then in the evening I saw Measure for Measure at The Globe. Officially the Globe’s season ended on October 2 and I never went to see a show, which was unfortunate. Luckily, a performance troupe that’s going on tour in the USA next week decided to put on a week showing of their play in London as a warm-up.

The Globe is an amazing theatre – built just as it was in Shakespeare’s day. Exposed to the outdoor weather, with only a thatched roof covering the stage and the people sitting in the balconies. The die-hard (or poor) Shakespeare fans stand the whole show, but get the best view and only pay £5.

The play itself was excellent. The actors (blokes played all the male and female roles) wore amazing costumes and were superb, especially considering it was a warm-up performance. I had read the text before hand so I knew the story line. The play wasn’t a modern adaptation but a strict performance the way Shakespeare intended it. The actors did a good job making everyone laugh and the audience was great hissing at the evil characters and cheering wildly when Angelo gave Isabella a sloppy kiss. There were so many jokes that I had missed when I was reading the text that were more clear when you saw it acted out. My feet were killing by the end of the play (3 hours with a 15 minute intermission), but it was well worth it.

Sunday I went to Old Spitalfield Market with Gemma and her friend Lucy. I love how every market here has its own character. Spitalfield is all about being old and vintage. There were a lot of shops selling vintage clothing and booths with home-made jewelry and fashions. We walked into one vintage clothing shopped and I was amazed to see posh British women paying outrages prices to buy clothes that were in really rough shape. I wonder what they would think of Value Village?

What I didn’t do this weekend was run in the Nike 10 km. I saw a ton of people on Sunday returning from the race that was held at three different parks and was run by 45,000 runners, including Paula Radcliffe who was trying to break the women’s 10k record. I had the race on my calendar since August, but I forgot to register by the October 1 deadline. I’m trying to find a new race to go in now. I found one on November 6 near bath – the Over the Hills 12K – that looked amazing, but that’s the day of the new Harry Potter movie premiere in Leicester Square (I’m going to see Hermoine in the flesh!) and I can’t miss that. And the race is full now anyway. As Roxie correctly pointed out, it would be cool to have a race t-shirt from the UK. So the search continues. Look I just found one: The Roundhay Park 5 in Leeds. Maybe I’ll make a weekend of it, since it’s a 5 hour coach ride to get there.

Tonight there was a bit of a blow-up in our house. All the anger that has been brewing towards Miles finally came to a front. Actually it was Gemma’s frustration that started it all, but I threw in my 2 cents and so did Kimayne. It was a load of everyone’s chest as the atmosphere here has seemed poisonous lately. We’ll see if things improve now that everyone’s had a good rant.