Oye, now I'm behind... but I am still alive! I will sip my English tea, and try to catch you up.

Thursday night something happened, but I don't remember what. The days are beginning to run together. I think I just went to dinner... maybe. Oh right! We went and got Crepes. Mmmmmm delicious. There is a fantastic place near the hotel. (I've eaten there a couple of times.) I had the Mona Lisa, it was fresh spinach, feta and a fried egg. Quite excellent. After that we just chilled in the hotel. Late in the night I explored some. There are some fantastic (and expensive) townhouses on the road behind our hotel. It is a very quiet, nice area.

Friday I got to sleep in a little. Sadly this meant that I missed hotel breakfast, so I went and got another Crepe. This time I got a sweet one, chocolate and banana. It also was excellent. Mmmmmmm. Met the Ad class at the hotel, and we headed towards the Tate Modern. Last time I was here this museum had the biggest impact on me. It was great to revisit. We had a museum tour, which of course sucked. The girl leading us was cute and I assume knowledgeable, but she whispered so I'm not totally sure. She had a wooden arm.

After she dropped us off in a black box, we had the rest of the afternoon free. A black box you wonder? It was an interactive installation. It was a huge box, and I mean huge. Like 40 feet tall, i don't know how deep, pretty wide. What you do is you walk into it. You just continue walking, not knowing where the end of this huge black box is. Eventually you walk into a wall, literally. Thankfully the wall is velvet. The point of this is to create the existentialist feeling. It was silly. I wish I could get paid for doing that shit.

Anyways, like I said, we had the rest of the afternoon free. I walked around the free stuff a little more, lost the whole group, then decided to pay the like 20 pounds to go to the 4th floor to see two more exhibits. Well worth the money. The first was called "Pop Life: Art in a Material World" As you can guess from the title there was a lot of Andy Warhol. It was interesting to read about how Warhol is considered a sellout because he played into the celebrity culture, and produced art to please famous people. It was great. There was some Jeff Koons there (basically porn), as well as other artists. There was an interesting room of Black Culture. A few interesting pictures of MLK, and other various influential characters. There was also rap music playing, hmmmmm. Peculiar. Quite mixed messages.

Next exhibit was....... John Baldessari, "Pure Beauty." This was a bomb exhibit. I knew nothing about John before going in, but it was crazy cool! He was born in Los Angeles, wuddup America! I enjoyed this more than Pop Life, surprisingly.

After I got my fix of Modern art for the day, I walked outside. I decided that instead of going back the way we came, to the Tube station I knew, that I would wonder the other direction. Always a good choice. I crossed the bridge and walked towards St. Paul's Cathedral. Last time I was here in London, we went through the tour and took pictures from the top. It was very strange though... I walked up on the south side, and was like "Yeah, I remember this." But, when I reached the west side I was hit with this very strong like "YEAH, I'VE BEEN HERE." The feeling was crazy. It hit me so hard. It's interesting. All through this trip things have been familiar, and I've recognized things, but this was the first slap in the face feeling of such. It was crazy cool.


Once my hands went numb (about 2 hours of aimlessly wondering after I left the museum), I started looking for a bus stop. Hopped on the bus, found a tube station, and headed to the hotel. End of another successful day. (Apparently there was a mouse in our room... it didn't bug me, I just rolled over and went back to sleep after my roommate told me.)

Saturday was an early morning. Had to be in the lobby by 8:30AM! We went to Portobello Road. I walked around with Mark a lot, had some interesting conversations about religion and life. Then walked with Phillip and Alex. The market was insane! All of the food looked delicious, and there were tons of super cute clothes, and really interesting antiques. Fun fact : there are very few dressing rooms in the shops around there, so women just try on clothes in the middle of the street or the stores, on top of their sweaters and jeans. How the hell do people shop like that?! I ate a delicious Greek Salad Sandwich. Mmmmmmmm. When we were leaving there were even more people than when we got there. Also, we were heading in the wrong direction from the masses. Which means we all got split up from each other. Seeing that I was alone, and it was early in the day (about 12:30), I seized the opportunity to go to the Dali exhibit!

When I got there, they let me in for 7 pounds. Haha, it pays to be a lone American, and once again adorable! I wasn't even dressed poor, or asking for handouts! Hahaha. This place was incredible. There was a lot happening in there. It was very interesting, and not exactly what I expected. Granted, I didn't know what to expect. In the basement there was an interactive wall, where you were given cans and as you pointed them at the wall, it was like you were spray painting. The little kid in me hung out with the artist in me, and they had a grand time - thankfully I was the only one in the room! Also in the exhibit there were like 12 Picasso pieces. Those are always splendid. Most of them were from his blue period, which is not his coolest stuff.

After that I was exhausted so I slept from about 4-6. Grabbed some Fish and Chips at a local pub with Alex. It was not the best I've had though. I am however getting fat off of that meal.

The group was planning on meeting at about 8:30 to go out, since it was Saturday night! About 15 maybe 20 of us gathered. We went to a place called O'Neils. Yeah, it was Irish. There were 4 floors. Floor 1 was just a bar, floor two there was a live band for a while, floor 3 was a straight up dance floor, and floor 4 was the outdoor patio. I danced a lot. Do you know how much I love dancing - even if I'm terrible. There was an Irish lad who tried to teach me an Irish dance. It was silly. There was a lot of turning and twisting. At about 1 I gathered up a batch of drunk Americans, played mom, gave them a lot of water, and led them safely back to the hotel. This was more challenging than one would expect. The tube quits running at 12:30. Thankfully I have mad skills, was sober, and figured out the bus system (I only admit to being awesome, because I have rambled on so long that I figure Mommy dear is the only one still reading - and she accepts my skills!) Got back about 2, and slept!