Pineapple Dance Studios' conspicuous exterior
I sought to escape my depression, lonliness, and anguish about the
future (yes, I pretend I'm really happy here, but let's be honest, I'm
mostly not), I went into the city to take a ballet class, hoping to
take my mind off things. I went to the Pineapple Dance Studios by
Covent Garden, which has a very, very good reputation. The studios are
tucked away on Langley Street behind the hustle and bustle of Covent
Garden. It's organized on more of a vertical basis, so there are five
floors of studios... there are 12 studios, I think. There's a lot going
on there. They have a lot of different types of classes, and have a
pretty prestigious teaching staff. Thank goodness, you can do drop in,
so I was able go. It was funny being around "dancers" again. I've never
really been one of those kinds of people, but you can always pick them
out when you go to classes.
My feeble attempt at capturing the absolute madness of the Casino Royale premiere
They work really hard, though, and that's
worth admiring... and the companionship between people who go to the
same studio together religiously is very strong. ANYWAY, so I went to
ballet, and it was hard for me, because I haven't done any ballet for
about a year and a half and my body was getting angry. Afterwards I
felt really, really good though. I think I'm going to try to go back. I
like being in shape. I really wish my knees weren't stupid, because I'd
love to get really good at ballet someday. It's so, so beautiful.
After I got out of my super sweaty tights and leotard, I went to meet
Stephanie in Leicester Square
for what turned out to be a night of
really awesome events.
Yay! It's like I actually got to see it or something!
In Leicester Square tonight they were having the
world premiere of Casino Royale, which is a HUUUUUGE deal, apparently,
because EVERYONE famous was going to this, and they had the entire
square blocked off, and huge barracades up everywhere. There were so
many people there, I can't even begin to explain. There were a very
large number of people who had been staked out there all day waiting
for things to begin, and then everyone else who saw what was happening
as they walked by immediately joined the outer crowds to see if they
could sneak a glance at any of the festivities.... of which there were
plenty, might I add. It was wonderfully theatrical. There were a whole
bunch of colored lights, and really amazing James Bond-esque music
accompanying the screaming fans.
The Palace Theatre, adorned with Spam-a-lot goodness
.. We didn't stay for too long because
it got frustrating that every time we heard people screaming inside the
barracades, we found it impossible to see anything that was happening.
At least we know that there were a lot of super famous people
(including the Queen!) in the same area as us.... AND, through the
cracks we DID see some guy interviewing Daniel Craig, the new James
Bond himself, which was thoroughly satisfying.
Then I really needed ice cream (you know, like you do), and we went on
the unfortunately unsuccessful search for something not too
expensive... we were walking down a street a couple blocks away from
the square, and Stephanie noticed a couple of guys with cameras waiting
outside a building. We stopped there, because she thought maybe someone
famous was about to walk out.
What I thought was going to be the best picture I got of Tim Curry
We were very excited about trying to see
famous people, as a result of all the craziness we'd just been around.
It's such a strange, almost animalistic thing... kind of sick, in a
way... that we are so excited about trying to see these people... get a
piece of them.... anyway, we stood across the street from this, and we
saw a fancy car waiting for whoever was inside. Stephanie saw someone
blond inside the lobby (of a hotel, we thought the building was), and
she said, "Hey, maybe it's Paris Hilton," and I said, "Shut up, of
course it's not, that's dumb." But it TOTALLY WAS. NO JOKE. She walked
out of the hotel, saw the dudes with cameras, said, "What's up guys,"
really casually, and then got into her car. I can't tell you how
completely and totally in shock I was.
The happiest picture ever with my new best friend Tim Curry. He is most definitely my friend.
Coming from a small town, I
think I get pretty star-struck, and I don't even like the idea of Paris
Hilton, but I was so excited that we saw her. We were really close,
too. So close we heard her talking and stuff. GEEZ, it was ridiculous.
Then we went to see Spam-a-lot
which neither of us were too enthusiastic about, but ended up being
great fun. It's way more fun to see live than listening to the cd... I
suppose you can say that for most shows, though. The Palace Theatre was
really beautiful... really old, but very big... the kind of theater
you'd see in older movies. Or, movies about older times. We had cheap
seats at the edge of one of the balconies, but we got to lean over the
edge the whole time to be able to see, which, for whatever reason, made
us feel like little kids. The show was surprisingly good... really
funny, really good performers, great singing, and, TIM CURRY. I LOVE
Tim Curry. He's freakin incredible in Rocky Horror, and I've seen Clue
about a million times. Not to mention his wonderful performance in
Muppet Treasure Island. Come on, guys. Anyway, I got super giddy when
he came on. He wasn't even doing it in New York when I was there, so I
figured I'd never get to see him as Arthur, but, I had good luck today.
He was really, really good, too. He has such a wonderful voice. After
the show, Stephanie and I shyly waited out by the stage door for him. I
don't like doing that, I decided. I just feel really awkward about it.
We waited for a really long time, but finally he came out. He was
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nice. Seriously. Not that I've met a lot of famous
people, but out of all of them that I've seen, or even sort of famous
people that I've seen, he was by far the nicest. He made sure to get
signatures to everyone, and was more than happy to let us take a
picture with him, and when he was signing my ticket stub (because Steph
and I are too poor to buy programs... yes, you have to BUY the programs
here, they don't just give them to you), I was SUUUPER awkward, and
told him, "I really enjoy your work, as corny and stupid as that is to
say," but he only caught the end, but asked me what I said, and when I
repeated myself, he said, "Oh no, that's lovely! Thank you!" Man, he
was so happy. And then when he left, he said, "Bye girls! God bless!"
What a nice guy! I almost cried. I probably would have cried if
Stephanie wasn't there. I'm so dumb.
Moral of the story-- everything cool happens in London. Everyone cool
comes here, and all the cool things that are happening are happening
here. Why should I leave when I'm going to miss all the fun?