London Part 4

Day 4-Sunday

Better today. It wasn't raining in the morning so that was a plus. Walked Bond Street which is like the Madison Ave of London then headed to the famous Piccadilly Circus. Not that exciting. Took Tube to Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. So excited to see Doctor Faustus. Of course it started pouring 30 minutes before performance. The theatres open if you didn't know that little fact. Luckily I had an actual seat and it was pretty covered. Best experience of my life! You have not witnessed theatre until you've seen a performance at the globe. It was raining on and off for the whole 3 hour performance. You're an amazing actor if you can remember your lines while water's streaming into your eyes. The rain seemed perfectly timed to the scenes. It's about a man who sells his soul to the Devil. Dark, wet and dreary. Just how I like them. At one point, one of the actors steps out and makes a declaration while pointing to the sky. Perfectly timed, a clash of thunder. We all just started laughing. It was perfect.

Afterwards headed to the National Gallery for some more art. Bastards there won't let you take pictures. I wanted to document some of the Dutch paintings that helped me get out of Hunter College. I still maintain that I hate that pretentious Rembrandt. Not as much as I hate modern art though.

I was heading to meet my new London friends for dinner and drinks and decide to skip the station I was at and walk to the next one. There are no coincidences in Natasha's world. While walking past a pub, I see Nick the Bobby(aka the neighborhood drunk) standing outside. He spotted me and stops me to say hi. He opens with "where have you been all my life?!" I remembered that this was his opening line the night before as well when I quickly answered "in New York?" Of course, he was drinking already at 5:45pm. He asks me to have a drink with him again and I say I'm running late to meet friends and can't. 1. just my luck to run into this guy at a DIFFERENT pub in a major city and 2. I hope he didn't remember that I told him I was leaving this morning...whoops!

Onto our first(and second) drink of the night. We sit next to 3 girls who are talking about their boy problems. Glad to see that London boys don't differ so much from the New York losers. Listening to them, I miss home and my people again. I have Indian food for the first time in my life and actually like it. It starts getting late and we rush to the Tube to get our trains. I got to experience a Sunday night when all the trains starts shutting down (I think they officially close at midnight). My train wasn't running and now I had to figure out another route. It was like the freaking Amazing Race. People were rushing all over the place. Met an Australian transplant who I followed for 3 trains to get to my destination. Quite an experience.

One more full day to go....