Happy Tuesday! My day was a usual Tuesday: class then work. My project for Upper Street is coming along nicely, and am really excited to show you all the final result! Minor excitements such as burning my lunch, contacting Harvey Nichols about my MIA parcel*, and changing my mind about what to post on my blog occurred**, but tonight was where the excitement was.
* I haven't received a parcel from Harvey Nichols yet (they told me they were sending one), so I emailed the manager to confirm that they have sent it. I will let you know what happens, but I am confused about my missing parcel. I have received all of my expected post in the last two weeks except that lovely parcel.
** I know I said I was going to post about the Worst collections of SS14 tonight, but that's too much effort considering how much I've had to drink- so I'll post about it tomorrow.
This evening I had the opportunity to attend The Drowned Man, an interactive theatrical performance. I don't want to give too much away, but I urge everyone (18 yrs+) to go see it! It was the best theatrical show I have ever attended (and I've attended quite a few), as the cast, set, lighting, sound, and movement were all fantastic. It's not a standard theatre production where the audience sits and stares at a stage. Instead, this warehouse (maybe 3 or 4 levels) was the stage and the audience, wearing masks, followed the characters. It was bizarre but genius.
Anyhow, I heard that the plot of the play was very scandalous and vivacious with lots of moving around, but after a long day, I just wanted to put on yoga pants and read in bed. To loosen myself up, I had a glass of wine with dinner. And then a little bit more wine, because I still wasn't feeling like going to this production (which I now realize was stupid because it was absolutely brilliant). Anyhow, back to wine. I definitely wasn't drunk or tipsy, just a bit loose when I arrived to the performance. Just what I needed.
Unfortunately, my loose self is a bit more clumsy than my sober self (who is not exactly graceful either). Because the set was so bloody dark and impossible to see in some areas, I injured myself. For whatever reason, I was strolling along and swinging my arms side to side (yay wine) like a loon and whacked my fragile little wrist on something. I haven't a clue what it was, but it was large, hard, and protruding from the wall. It's bruising a really lovely purple, which compliments my new lipstick.
So I struggled onward through this black hole of a set and find a bar. Not a real bar, but a stage bar with an actor. I walk towards the bar and study him. He notices me and puts two cards on the bar table. I flip one over and he chuckles. He brings out two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I apparently forgot 2 vital pieces of information in this moment.
1. The production is for persons 18 years or older.
2. The legal drinking age in the UK is 18.
When he poured me two shots, I just knew that they were stage props. It was probably apple juice or dyed water. Trying to be smooth, I took the first shot and gulped it like water.
Nope. That was whiskey.
Not only was it whiskey, it was whiskey burning my tongue, as I hadn't the brains to toss the shot to the back of my throat. No problem. I'll just walk away from the second shot, I'm too little for four drinks in a night. I headed away from the bar. Well, stumbled. But alas, I shook it off and kept going for the rest of the production!
Getting home was a total pain, as there are now tube strikes. I understand you want £1 more an hour or something like that, but I'd like to get back home, if that's not too much to ask. You know, you do your job so everyone else can get to theirs tomorrow morning? Because of these outrageous strikes, I have to work from home Thursday. This is bittersweet because I enjoy working in the Upper Street office- everyone is so lovely- but I also get to wake up at 9:50 and work in my yoga pants in bed. I will keep you informed of my tube strike struggles as they progress, as I cannot afford cab fare and will be forced to walk.
xo
BJordan
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