Matt and I saw Glengarry Glen Ross last night with the illustrious Jonathan Pryce and this guy (so awesome) . I jabbed Matt's arm every time a misogynist idea/phrase/word cropped up in the dialogue. When we left he was sore from laughing and being poked.
Please also note that when I've had a pint of alcohol the words masochist and misogynist are interchangeable in my brain.
Much confusion on Matt's part.
We are home. And thanks to Dan's sciencey input, I am mostly germ-free, having peed in the (statistically cleanest) first stalls all around London's toilets.
Ben graciously hosted us for the rest of the week, while we had too much fun to sit down and write about it. Or remember it. (Moleskine! So handy! So still on my nightstand!)
The trip was a huge success.
If you expected a postcard, I apologize. The only one that got sent was for Matt's grandma. The rest you will get the next time I see you. It will say something like, "Hi. I'm standing right next to you. Ask me about my awesome trip. I will tell you about the Rothko room at the Tate Modern and the time I had to shove my nylons from my waistband into my purse."
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Don't tell everyone! Science is only meant for the betterment of the lives of those who understand it.
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