Diary
Ruminations on London and her people
ON FEELING ANTIQUE |
ON TALKING TO STRANGERS |
It was bound to happen, a twenty-year-old American in Europe; over-drinking was inevitable. What could have been avoidable, though, was doing so the night before going to the largest antique market in London. So there I was, absolutely miserable at Alfie's, the market I had so been looking forward to for the entire trip.
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Owning a rubber chicken purse has a plethora of handy dandy advantages.
1. It brightens up any outfit. 2. It’s waterproof on rainy days and beer proof on rowdy nights. 3. It makes kids smile. 4. People are more likely to trust you. 5. You are automatically a bad bitch, because you have the audacity to wear a rubber chicken purse. 6. It is the perfect conversation starter. |
on drug dealers Note to self: don’t buy drugs on the street. Probably should’ve been a given but, hey, don’t knock it till you try it, right?
Let’s backtrack a bit. It’s the night of the NFL conference championship games so J and I are at one of the only places showing the games: The Hippodrome, a large casino that is also home to Magic Mike Live (Wish I could tell you more about that, but with tickets costing £200 I wasn’t about to go see it). Because of the time difference and the last game going into overtime, we weren’t out of the casino until about 3:30 a.m. On the way out J asks if I want to buy weed before we go home. |
ON SAINT PAUL'S CATHEDRIAL Walking up the spiral staircase between the Whisper and the Stone galleries in St. Paul Cathedral is delightfully meditative. I sit here on a bench-like outcropping on which I presume not many have sat. At six feet tall, even I had a hard time pushing myself up, using a stair to sort of launch myself. I might sit here for a bit and watch people make the trek up. I snuck a picture. Shh, don’t tell. It’s funny, I thought I could sit in the Whisper Gallery forever, but I’d rather stay here. Much more private. I just watched the rest of my classmates pass by. I feel like a gargoyle.
On a moonlit ritual Full moons are the perfect time to start over and cleanse yourself of any bad juju that has clung to you. When E asked me if I wanted to join her for a Wicca full moon ritual see found on Meetup, I was ecstatic! Sounds like a blast as well as a great opportunity for me to learn and get ideas for the coven I want to start on campus.
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