Tuesday
Several of us went to a concert at St. Martin-in-the-Fields by a German pianist/composer/conductor/otherwise musical extraordinaire named Ratko Dilarko. He played some Chopin, Debussy, and Gershwin (including "Rhapsody in Blue"). I swear he grew extra hands to cover all of the notes in a few of the pieces! Amy and I got a gelato at the interval. Mmm.
Wednesday
My flatmates went to see Jersey Boys, which I already saw (still the second best show I've seen), so I stayed in and did my laundry. Nothing exciting - just read a chick lit novel whilst in the laundry room.
Thursday
We went to see Billy Elliot – not the best singing we've seen (okay, okay, the some of the worst so far), but the dancing was great! It was also cool to see a British story in London, even though the thick Northern English accents were a little tough to decipher now and then. The kid that played Billy was 13 and had never had formal dance training before he was in the show! I had to look up the British coal miners' strike of 1984 when I got back to the flat. Overall, a solid show, but not amazing.
Friday
Grayson invited everyone on a pub crawl. I think that pretty much sums it up. :)
Saturday
I had grand plans to do something on my last Saturday before Mom comes to London. Hmm. Yeah, I didn't really get around to any of that stuff. Connie took us out to dinner at a Greek restaurant around the corner from our flat. It was a little dank and sketchy-looking, and we were the only people there for a while, but the food ended up being good. The chef made me a special vegetarian moussaka. I wanted to go for a walk after dinner, but promptly fell fast asleep at 8 p.m. Wild and crazy times.
Sunday
After a lazy Saturday, I was motivated to get out and do something on Sunday! I walked to Regent's Park to check out Queen Mary's Gardens. They were beautiful, but I guess not quite as spectacular as I had hoped. I did happen upon an outdoor jazz concert, though, and stopped to listen for a while. I left my spot when the two women next to me got in an argument with the park rental chair collections guy. Someone else had given them their receipt/ticket and they claimed it was still valid - they asked to speak to his manager, etc. I am happy to report that they were British and not American! I got a cookies-n-cream milkshake on the way back at a place in the West End called Ed's Diner.
Monday
I tubed it down to Victoria Station to get tickets for Wicked on Saturday (didn't want to take the chance it'd be sold out, especially since that's Mom's only chance to see it!) I met Amy at the National Gallery, where we looked at the Franco-Flemish and Impressionists. The room with the VanGoghs and Monets was the most crowded in the museum. I was really struck by a few of the paintings, though – it's interesting to see which ones look really different in person (as opposed to a reproduction/picture/poster). More gelato on the way back to the flat (it's been kind of warm the past few days...)
Then... Kirsten and I went to Abbey Road! There wasn't a whole lot to see, but it was really cool to be there. It's in a really nice neighborhood that we walked around in for a while, and we stopped for dinner and dessert at a cafe on St. John's Wood High Street. There was even a little Beatles tchotchke shop in the tube station.
I can't believe this is my last week in London! I am getting excited about France, though, and I'm trying to pack a lot in these last few days.