So Jenna safely returned to Italy and the parents have safely arrived in London. I will recount the lovely weekend when i find the time, so don't worry. However, i did not want to fall too behind, so i will continue writing this week until i get the chace .
No parental stuff today, because I had a pretty busy class schedule then had to see a play at 7:30. We shall reconvene tomorrow.

In my Brit Lit class, we discussed James Augustus Aloysius Joyce and his fantastic book Dubliners. I enjoy him. We watched a bit of the movie The Dead ( which coincidentally starred one of the people in the play tonight), and then quickly discussed a handful of random poems the prof had given us. My favorite was “Why I am Not A Painter” by Frank O’Hara, if you are bored and want to look it up so you can pretend to live my life. What was extra great was that one of the “poems” was in fact a Tom Waits song, so we got to listen to that in class. How fantastic. However, I am now in a Tom Waits mood and the cds I burned from Phil are at home. I never put them on the new computer. Argh. So now I am using this free online radio to try to listen to him, but I am forced to listen to people supposedly similar to him as well, who are not nearly as good. The website is Pandora.com, if you want to try it out.

I almost missed out on my entire architecture class because I wound up being 6 minutes late, due to the fact that my tube train decided it wanted to just stop and hang out for a while at a station and once again in the dark. So I scampered about the surrounding area of the South Kensington tube stop in a very frustrated manner until I finally decided to just waste my time in the Victoria and Albert museum since that was the only place the professor mentioned that we would definitely be visiting. I figured I would just hang out in the architecture wing until they came, but when I went upstairs they were there. Huh. I felt like a fool for not going there right away, but they weren’t supposed to be there right away. People seemed astounded and amazed that I was able to find them, but if I weren’t a moron I could have found them 20 minutes earlier.
This has taught me to give an extra 15-20 for tube rides on the circle line. Learn through my follies.

Now then; I went to see “A Moon For The Misbegotten” at the Old Vic Theatre, starring Kevin Spacey, who is also the art director and, I believe, owner, of the Old Vic. It started off a bit slow, and at first I did not think Kevin Spacey was in it that night since his character doesn’t come on stage for quite some time. But it turned out to be quite good, with great acting performances by all. It would be better if I didn’t have to write a paper on it. The play also took place in Connecticut, and since I go to school there the teacher asked me if the set was what CT looked like. It had a red clayish hard soil and was very flat and barren, much like Arizona or New Mexico. So I said no. She thought not, as well.

Around intermission, there was a bit of a buzz going around the theatre… apparently someone famous was here in the audience? So my friend told me and motioned for me to look over the side of the balcony, and sure enough Former President Bill Clinton was there wearing a yellow shirt hanging out and signing autographs for people down in the stalls. I did not find out in time to run down there and talk to him, but many people got a photo or a signature. I find it odd that I haven’t encountered him in the states, but on some random Monday night in London, we both happen to be at the same play. Strange.

So that was celebrity number one of the night. Celebrity encounter number two was simply waiting at the stage door for Kevin Spacey. He came out after a half hour or more, dressed in a pinstripe suit and looking less than pleased. He was probably waiting to go out and drink with Willy, and we were delaying him. The building had this little glass window in it, which he stood behind and signed autographs in, as if all 15 of us were going to maul him or something. He was pleasant enough, but seemed to be preoccupied…still, I met Kevin spacey and he signed my playbill. Good night.

Should probably do some homework now...