Day 9: What is love?

I commented to Robyn as we walked back down Kilburn High Road (for the fourth time) that I felt as though we were "dragging main"... without cars. :) We certainly saw the same strip of stores and shops and signs more than once. But they were packed so tightly you never could decide if you'd seen a certain place before.

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As we'd hopped down from our perch at the top of the double decker bus that morning and onto the street, we had a mission: find, and eat, falafel. And find it we did. I had to coax Robyn and Rachel into it, but I think they were glad in the end. (Or they humored me, which was kind).

And after eating our meal and meandering down the road for a spell, we found the Tricycle Theatre where the matinee of Twelfth Night was showing. From the beginning, I was certainly intrigued--the set looked like a garage band getting ready to play their first gig. They incorporated a LOT of audience interation, and it made the experience somehow more engaging My row even got a box of pizza to share!! (really). And Roger got to dance on the stage. But perhaps my favorite part was the way they used music within the show. And when the drunken Sir Toby sang his little song, "what is love"... it just touched my little heart. For some reason, though slurred in speech and unsteady in gate, the honesty with which he sung it softly rang true...

"What is love? 'Tis not herafter.
Present Mirth hath present laughter.
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's the stuff will not endure".

... Ah, but it's all one.

We did some shopping at Primark. (Like Walmart for Londoners). I got two sets of canvas tennies, one bright red and one grey, and two shirts for only 8 pounds! And then we stopped at H&M on our way home, and I found some very cool red feather earings for 2 pounds. Overall, a successful adventure.

I sat on the kitchen counter with my laptop on one knee, my microwaved stew on the other, and a book in the middle. Boy can I multitask. A trait I inherited from my mother, no doubt. (thanks mom!) I did homework, read plays, talked with the girls, skyped, and chatted. And then I sat down to write this blog.

And there ends my story.

To all of you who I miss and love dearly... goodnight! sleeptight! don't let the bed bugs bite. :)

Yours,
Shamae