Either way, I was feeling good enough today to head to Camden Market with some great girls, where I experienced the first of several bouts of nostalgia--it's Christmas!
side note: "It's Christmas!" is an excuse that Liz and I have adopted as a way to make ourselves feel better about everything from procrastination to extra glasses of wine to gluttonous crepe consumption. I was always subconsciously using this, but it feels good to acknowledge it aloud!
Anyway, we cruised around the stalls for some delicious dinner, and after nearly being swayed by dim sum, curry and churros (not all together), I chose this delicious seafood paella:
Made me nostalgic for the table-sized paella that Margaret, Libby, Genevieve and I consumed when we visited Madrid.
After our delicious meal, I scooted off to meet up with several other former dancers to see the English National Ballet's production of The Nutcracker.
I ate fancy ice cream. In a gorgeous theater. And talked ballet (Did you see that developpe? Look at those cabrioles!) with more great girls. Perfection.
Check out this amazing theater:
This made me nostalgic for Katerina, because she's a beautiful dancer, and for the time we all went to the symphony, because I remember feeling the same (premature?) sense of maturity and class.
The flash mob thing comes in now. Remember yesterday when I made that flash mob reference about how many tissues I bought? If you don't, that means you didn't read my blog yesterday, but don't worry because a) I'll never know b) you can just scroll down and c) it was written in delirium so you're really not missing much at all.
Anyway, some of you inquired as to what a flash mob is. A flash mob, according to the Wizard of Oz (I mean Wikipedia) is "a large group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual act for a brief time, then disperse."
This is possibly my favorite flash mob of all time.
So now that everyone's on the same page, I'm happy to report that after we left the ballet tonight we saw the remnants of a flash mob!
On our way to the Tube we passed by Leicester Square and overheard these raucous santas, I'm assuming left over from this Santa flash mob that happened in Trafalgar Square earlier today.
Aren't they cute?
Well, these were, but the ones we encountered right outside the ballet were drunk as skunks and fairly crude. Let's just say they made requests that I will not stoop to repeat on this semi-family-friendly blog.
Thankfully, the ones in Leicester Square (though also drunk as skunks) were totally harmless. You'd think they would be singing Christmas carols, but surprisingly they chose Singin' in the Rain as their rallying cry.
No, not the classy Gene Kelly version, but the camp version.
If any of you clicked that link, I apologize for subjecting you to singing almost as tone-deaf as my own.
That song made me miss Girls State, particularly Ellen's fearless song-leading (n.b. she has a wonderful singing voice). Nostalgia trifecta complete!
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On top of heading to Oslo in January, some friends and I decided to take further advantage of Ryanair's super cheap January specials and head to Dublin, too! It's going to be a crazy month!
Tomorrow I have hours of mundane stuff before I fly to Israel to visit Libby on Monday (!!!!!!!!!), but the light at the end of the tunnel is that I'm going to see Somewhere (more trailers!) at Screen on the Green tomorrow night.
Screen on the Green is a local gem of an independent cinema where you get to sit on couches instead of in weird movie theater seats. I'm pumped.
Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!
Love,
Jess
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