Risotto, travel plans and Wicked.

Jes and I went to see 'Wicked' yesterday. Amazing, of course. I think maybe the US productions were stronger - better acting or something, and the English accents were a little offputting to begin with, too - but I still cried, it was still amazing, and Jes loved it too. We got some shitty seats for 25pounds, and we sat quite a long way away, but it was stil terrific. At the interval the line for the girls' toilets was insane - it snaked back on itself like 11 times - and Jes needed to pee real bad, so I went into the men's toilets and scoped the situation out, hanging out by the hand dryer, waiting for all the lads to clear out. When it was empty, I grabbed Jes and she used the cubicle. After she was done, though, as we were walking out, a group of schoolboys walked in and she kinda smiled at them and they all started giggling hilariously. They probably thought we'd just had sex or something.

People here are not big on awareness of personal space. You try to squeeze past them - they won't move to help you, of course - and then as you say 'Sorry!', they'll glare at you. What?? Surely anyone who has just apologised to you is aware they're inconveniencing you SLIGHTLY and so you just say 'No, that's fine', right? Right? Fuckin Brits. It got real hot after the show yesterday, especially on the non-air-conditioned Tube, it was so gross and sticky.

Before the show, we met up - Jes went in early to get our tickets - and had sandwhiches we brought from home, tuna and mayo and avocado and tomato. It was so nice, sitting in the park. And then we had cheese and crackers. And then we went back to Eat and got some Banoffee pie. If we were here any longer, that shit would be the death of us, literally. We'd spend all our money on it, and then die from the cream that would be running through our veins.

The night before, Georgia made up a beautiful risotto with roasted veggies from the deli, and then we went to a local pub and had a few beers. It was a really nice night, just the four of us, hanging out. Another of the girls' friends, Vanessa, joined us much later in the evening straight from the airport - she's been staying with us since, but is leaving today, like us. Once Zoe arrived, which was yesterday, the once four-person house had in it Beth, Georgia, me, Jes, Wes, Ray, Vanessa and Zoe. Crazy talk! But it's a lovely little family vibe, everyone bustling around the kitchen, watching movies, chatting and laughing and being stupid. Dinner time was a bit chaotic, a lot of yelling over the top of each other, but we worked around it in the end.

Jes and I sat down last night to have a serious chat about whether we were going to skip Paris and stay in London - we are SO comfortable here - but Jes just sat there picking her nose. We decided that we DO love London, but it's too expensive to fuck around with the bookings we've made at this point. Instead, we might skip Switzerland, and stay in Europe for another week - Tom Waits is playing in Prague on the 22nd of July - and then come back to London after that, which means I might come home like a week or 10 days later, if I can afford it, and if I can change my flights. And if Jes stops picking her nose. She's a fiend.

Flying to Paris tonight. We're so sad to leave here, but it's PARIS. Very exciting. Of course, we haven't confirmed our hostel booking, and we arrive at like 10pm, so the trains will be all broken and we'll get a cab that costs 300euro, then the hostel will have cancelled our booking, and it will be midnight, and we'll be stuck in Paris on the street, and we'll have panic attacks and die. So looking forward to that.

Seeing Nicki in Paris, and Alyssa too I think. Friendly faces wherever we go!
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