im in ur londonz, watchin ur orchestraz

Tonight I watched the London philharmonic at the royal festival hall... for four pounds! It was brilliant. There's not much I can say about it because it was just really good in every way possible. Just imagine a really good orchestra, and you're watching them from a really good seat that you only paid 8 dollars for. Got it? Good.

This experience has confirmed my suspicion that Londoners have so much culture available to them at all times, they really take this kind of thing for granted. I mean, our seats were GOOD. And we bought them on Monday. And people weren't even dressed up! What is going on?? It's like all the grownups in the city got together and were like "look guys, we're all pretty worn out from seeing the lion king last night, and the opera the night before that, and then there's that film festival thing going on, and I was really hoping to catch a quick shakespeare play at the globe tomorrow... what do you say we just let the kids watch the london phil for 4 pounds tonight?" There was probably a collective yawn, and then the matter was settled.

So anyway, during one of the really quiet intense pauses, my stomach growled LOUD. I was super embarassed, but mostly just hungry. I spent the last couple movements thinking about that fact.

Afterwards we all came back to our kitchen. By "all" I mean me, the germans (friederike, urs, kathleen), the belgians (judith, forogt the other's name), my roommate sam and her american friend ashley. It was all very multicultural. We played cards and drank tea. Not me, though. I ate scrambled eggs-- my first meal since last friday. It tasted amazing, but possibly just cause I was so hungry.