Last night my roommates and I got all dolled up to try to get student rush tickets for Macbeth. It sounded like an awesome show; Patrick Stewart (for all you nerds out there, he's from Star Trek) was starring as Macbeth, and he got excellent reviews. Unfortunately, my roommates and I got stuck in the unreliable tube station, which basically shut down as we were waiting for a train to Picadilly Circus. We realized we were never going to catch the play in time. So we walked out of the tube into a park area near Buckingham Palace.
"Let's go say hello to the Queen," one roommate decided, and
dressed in our classy theater clothes, we walked through the park and towards the palace.
We got there about ten minutes later. It was twilight, and the palace was devoid of the normal crush of tourists. The flag was flying high on the roof; the Queen was staying at Buckingham.
"Ooooh, she's here!" we exclaimed delightedly, clapping our hands and jumping up and down like idiots. "Which room do you think she's in?"
We sat on some steps that was part of a huge memorial to Queen Victoria, and stared at the palace for about forty-five minutes, wondering what it must be like to be queen. We decided you must have huge closets, awesome bathrooms, and posh (cool) clothes. Oh, and all the chocolate you could eat.
Then we decided to walk to Picadilly Circus. On the way we walked by St. James Palace, where Harry, William, and Prince Charles live. We stopped and pressed our faces against the wrought-iron gates, staring hungrily at the palace. I was praying to catch a glimpse of Wills walking by an open window wearing nothing but his boxers, but alas, it did not happen. We moved on.
Picadilly Circus is basically like the Times Square of London. It's brightly lit and swarming with tourists and theaters and shops. At this point we had been walking for two miles in our heels, so we hobbled into a coffee and shop and got some drinks. Looking out the window of the coffee shop, we saw that we were right across the street from the Macbeth theater. Sigh. So close, but so far. Both my roommates are English majors, so we launched into an awesome discussion about Shakespeare. How cool is that- talking about Shakespeare in London right across from a Macbeth production.
So we ended the night by going to a Burger King in Picadilly Circus. French fries were desperately needed after that long, foot shattering walk. Hey, you can take the girl out of America, but you can't take the America out of the girl.
"Let's go say hello to the Queen," one roommate decided, and
dressed in our classy theater clothes, we walked through the park and towards the palace.We got there about ten minutes later. It was twilight, and the palace was devoid of the normal crush of tourists. The flag was flying high on the roof; the Queen was staying at Buckingham.
"Ooooh, she's here!" we exclaimed delightedly, clapping our hands and jumping up and down like idiots. "Which room do you think she's in?"
We sat on some steps that was part of a huge memorial to Queen Victoria, and stared at the palace for about forty-five minutes, wondering what it must be like to be queen. We decided you must have huge closets, awesome bathrooms, and posh (cool) clothes. Oh, and all the chocolate you could eat.
Then we decided to walk to Picadilly Circus. On the way we walked by St. James Palace, where Harry, William, and Prince Charles live. We stopped and pressed our faces against the wrought-iron gates, staring hungrily at the palace. I was praying to catch a glimpse of Wills walking by an open window wearing nothing but his boxers, but alas, it did not happen. We moved on.
Picadilly Circus is basically like the Times Square of London. It's brightly lit and swarming with tourists and theaters and shops. At this point we had been walking for two miles in our heels, so we hobbled into a coffee and shop and got some drinks. Looking out the window of the coffee shop, we saw that we were right across the street from the Macbeth theater. Sigh. So close, but so far. Both my roommates are English majors, so we launched into an awesome discussion about Shakespeare. How cool is that- talking about Shakespeare in London right across from a Macbeth production.So we ended the night by going to a Burger King in Picadilly Circus. French fries were desperately needed after that long, foot shattering walk. Hey, you can take the girl out of America, but you can't take the America out of the girl.
1 comment:
Annie, do the pubs in London stay open later than the pubs in Barrington Rhode Island? Or is that just because of the time difference?
Inquiring American minds want to know.
Love, Dad
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