228.May 18

posted May 18, 2010, 12:42 PM by David Storlie   [ updated Jun 14, 2012, 1:53 PM ]
Nottingham, UK
I wrote a silly poem to Pete on E-mail. It goes like this:
crazy lilted puppies
sitting on the sidewalk
barking like a shot-gun
panting puppy breaths
charon is the boatman
he never leaves the water
the boat that he must stand on
leads puppies to their deaths
we can live in houses
they can live in houses
we can drive cars
and they can't
we are making movies
they can talk in movies
we can pet them roughly
they can bite our hands
the gateman has a puppy
three heads and lots of clauses
to guard the way to heaven
and push them into hell
puppies do their duties
puppies sit on sidewalks
barking like a shot-gun
panting puppy breaths

We had the Lysistrata Cast Meal and remembrance evening at Antibos, the same place we went for the Rocky Horror meal, and I had about the same amount of fun. Very little, if I need to repeat myself. I argued with Adam the whole time, and did not get to talk to any of the people that I really wanted to talk to.
1994

It's Rachel's last day of school, probably forever. We had lunch at Oak's with her father while she finished a final project for Theatrical Design class.
2010

05/18/2012
Breakfast with Kate at "The Breakfast Club" in Camden Passage in Islington, Rachel got her first real English breakfast with blood sausage
took local bus to Monument, which we couldn't find because of the building in the way, crossed London Bridge on foot heading towards the Borrough Market
entered Southwark Cathedral at the end of a special Thanksgiving service where thousands of people were just leaving all wearing some form of black
purchased cheeses and breads at Burrough Market
went to OLD OPERATING THEATRE and HERB GARRETT, David listens to a lecture on how it was used, and Rachel takes a plethora of pictures in the museum
Pints at the Shipwright's Arms
Tower Bridge Exhibition
we ate our bread and cheese while it began to sprinkle, seeing that the lines were outrageously long
Tower of London near closing time, we just saw the crown jewels after seeing everything but the white tower in the center
walked back to the Millennium bridge along the bank-side path, passing up a few well dressed pubs, much to Rachel's chagrin
Toured the Tate Modern, but didn't go to any of the special exhibitions
walked across the Millennium bridge again, got some fried chestnuts, to St. Paul's, where we took the tube back to Kate's to make dinner
Kate wasn't home, so we made breakfast quiche in a crust, so more like a steak and ale pie, saving it for breakfast
2012
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