Day Twenty Five
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In between classes today I planned on going to Chinatown. It's not too far from class, definitely walking distance, and I hoped to get some Chinese food for the first time in weeks. It was nice and sunny when I left class, perfect weather for a walk. After maybe five minutes it started to rain. Lightly. Then heavier and heavier. I took out my umbrella and all of a sudden the wind kicked in. The heaviest wind I've experienced in a long time. In fact, for the first time in the almost one year that I've had my umbrella, it actually turned inside out. It was a sad moment in my life.
So as an alternative I went back to the British Museum. I went there the first day I was here but I was in such a I-can't-believe-I'm-actually-here daze that not a lot sunk in.
There were some sections I liked (North American, African, Japanese) but all in all I breezed by a lot, a lot of stuff and not too much really grabbed my attention. Like after a while my eyes began to glaze over and I was looking at everything but not really processing anything. I didn't mind, though, because it was just something to do in between classes.
After my second class today my roommate and I walked down to Aldwych to try and get tickets for Dirty Dancing. It was sold out and it was sold out for tomorrow, too. I wound up getting tickets for next Wednesday (she won't be able to though) and I'm so so so so so so excited. This was the one show I've wanted to see here the most. I don't care if my arts professor made a comment implying that he hated the show and I don't care if it's light and fluffy.
Moving on... after our bad luck I didn't want to just go home and call it a night, so I headed over to Covent Garden to see if I could get any return tickets for the Royal Opera House. I lucked out and was able to get a standing room ticket in the middle of the theater for only 11 pounds. Very, very lucky the man selling me the ticket said.
Before the opera, Cosi fan tutte, started (I had an hour) I wanted to get food. I was in the mood for a meatball sub from Subway and since there are approximately 5,000 of them near my dorm I figured I would just walk around a bit and stumble upon it.
This was the first time I went to a performance at the ROH and the theater was beautiful. The opera itself was really good. The singing was amazing (although I'm not too educated in opera, I don't know if I could tell if the singers were off). The story was about two men who bet with a third man that their fiances are faithful.
The end was kinda weird... The guys were hitting on their friend's gf (rather than their own gf) and they both eventually got them to fall in love. The man who started the bet told the two men to marry the girls--which I don't really understand--because at least now they know they're not these perfect, idealized creatures.
But still, the opera was really good... loved the costumes, characters, acting, singing. And I really enjoyed the plot. It was easy to follow and worked well in a modern day context.
I think I had some good karma today, too. During the first act a guy standing next to me quickly moved into an empty seat in the section in front of us. At the interval (intermission) the usher told him she got some complaints about him and that the manager said he needs to stand. And then people sitting around him started to defend the stander, arguing (rightfully so) that if the seat is empty why can't he sit in it. The usher said something about policy, that the same people always buy the cheap tickets and sit in the expensive seats, and that if he can do it than everyone else should be able to.
Well, right before the second act starts the stander guy said to me, "Do you want to sit in this seat," tapping an empty seat in front of him, in the last row of the stalls.
So yea, I got to watch the second half of the opera from--are you ready for this--143 pound tickets. 143 pounds! I couldn't believe it. I kind of want to know why they had this extra ticket, but I didn't ask because by the time I was sitting the opera had started.
And thinking back on the day, this amount of luck is unheard of for me. For once in my life, everything just fell together really nicely. Lucked out on a ticket. Lucked out on finding good pizza. Lucked out on getting a seat for the second act. Give me more days like this and I may actually grow to love London. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.