it's 1984 all over again
Just got back from 1984, which I ended up enjoying greatly.
Monday night I went to Capoeira at a different place (same people) which ends up being a little closer than the one I usually go to. It also had a much better person to floor ratio, but did grind up my feet a little. Felt good though.
Tuesday I went and caught up with Anotony and Aynur up in High Barnet. It was so easy to get there (on the northern line), and is a decidedly pleasant area to walk through. We had a good night, chatting away, eating Aynur's yummy dinner. Andrew is walking and very inquisitive and Eleanor was a little more open to chatting to me (and was trying to learn to juggle).
Wednesday I felt like I was coming down with the 'flu, but went along to Pilates and Capoeira anyway, with no observed negative effect. I also gave in and had a MacDonald's burger! There was nothing on the way home to eat and I was hungry :(
And then tonight, as mentioned, I went to 1984. Only just though, because I thought it started at 7:30, but fortunately checked my ticket to find that it started at 7... So I ran from Goodge Street (6:53) to the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden (7:03). Very hard work, and I didn't smell too nice when I got there either...
As for more meta-stuff, had a bit of a tiff today. As I think I've mentioned, I'm in a group of people who entertain themselves with their witty insults; it's first year uni all over again... Well the other thing that has been pissing me off is that, as my mother taught me, bored people are boring. I really like this statement, because it isn't quite as plain as it seems. As far as I'm concerned there is no reason to EVER be bored with a conversation that people are having; start your own that you are interested in.
Part of the tactical starting of your own conversation is a polite listening to the current persons spiel.
Neither of these actions are being taken by my friends, and it pisses me off! So I told em so.
Monday night I went to Capoeira at a different place (same people) which ends up being a little closer than the one I usually go to. It also had a much better person to floor ratio, but did grind up my feet a little. Felt good though.
Tuesday I went and caught up with Anotony and Aynur up in High Barnet. It was so easy to get there (on the northern line), and is a decidedly pleasant area to walk through. We had a good night, chatting away, eating Aynur's yummy dinner. Andrew is walking and very inquisitive and Eleanor was a little more open to chatting to me (and was trying to learn to juggle).
Wednesday I felt like I was coming down with the 'flu, but went along to Pilates and Capoeira anyway, with no observed negative effect. I also gave in and had a MacDonald's burger! There was nothing on the way home to eat and I was hungry :(
And then tonight, as mentioned, I went to 1984. Only just though, because I thought it started at 7:30, but fortunately checked my ticket to find that it started at 7... So I ran from Goodge Street (6:53) to the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden (7:03). Very hard work, and I didn't smell too nice when I got there either...
As for more meta-stuff, had a bit of a tiff today. As I think I've mentioned, I'm in a group of people who entertain themselves with their witty insults; it's first year uni all over again... Well the other thing that has been pissing me off is that, as my mother taught me, bored people are boring. I really like this statement, because it isn't quite as plain as it seems. As far as I'm concerned there is no reason to EVER be bored with a conversation that people are having; start your own that you are interested in.
Part of the tactical starting of your own conversation is a polite listening to the current persons spiel.
Neither of these actions are being taken by my friends, and it pisses me off! So I told em so.
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