Marches, Aztecs, and Dance of Death
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burntcopperAlso slash discussion, wagamama and sushi bars.
Starting w/ Aztec exhibition - lots of flayed skin, at least four goddesses of the corn, amazing sculpure and incomprehensible alphabets. The year is... four rabbit. And yes, somewhat death fixated. Me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lazulus are planning to get a large truck and hijack our fave pieces now the exhibition has ended. Shh, don't tell anyone.
Had afternoon of slash discussion, continued when we picked upmegolas from KX and stuffed ourselves at Wagamama. Then back to ladymmonray's, where me and Meg decided that the world really does need a Random Quote Generator of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, only you'd have to put nearly the whole script in.
Morning, went to have brunch withdolores at Victoria, then got dragged to Hyde Park by Meg, where we realised by talking to presons other over the phone that we should be at Piccadilly to join the march. Marched from there. Got to Hyde Park, having not seen Kate and Robert, walked back through the oncoming crowd to Green Park to find them, also got Celia and Kay and Roz, marched back to Hyde Park, then we had to hie ourselves to Westminster and Waterloo East to get the train back to Tonbridge. Somehow we kept ending up in the Palestine section. Best banner had to be 'Sex Workers United Against War'. We have decided that next time, we're having a proper big fabric banner with 'Porn Writers Against War'. It's a noble cause to walk under. Me and Meg did four hours of solid walking. Burning calories for a noble cause, dammit!
Dance of Death was fantabulous, terribly caustic and extremely funny. Second half a tad scary. With the nice usher who went all the way downstairs to get more programmes just for l'il ol' me. Admittedly was wearing the cleavage flashing suede top o' doom. Went Stage Door, where Sir Ian came out and signed programmes - and he's so incredibly sweet it's not true. More slash discussion.
:deep breath: This morning, saw off Celia and Trish, then went National Gallery for Ron Mueck exhibition (the detail that man does on his sculptures is scary - tiny colourless moles, blotchiness, cellulite, discoloration on feet...) with side-track to National Portrait. Me and the Meg seem to be unable to avoid the NPG. And its postcards. Pizza slice, searched for sushi, ended up with nice sushi in SoHo (though I was on the ramen). Now have locations for good Vietnamese, sushi, best pizza slices and Wagamama if in vicinity. Basked for fifteen minutes with lots of other people on the grassy bit of Leicester Square. Went home. :collapse:
Starting w/ Aztec exhibition - lots of flayed skin, at least four goddesses of the corn, amazing sculpure and incomprehensible alphabets. The year is... four rabbit. And yes, somewhat death fixated. Me and
lazulus are planning to get a large truck and hijack our fave pieces now the exhibition has ended. Shh, don't tell anyone.Had afternoon of slash discussion, continued when we picked up
megolas from KX and stuffed ourselves at Wagamama. Then back to ladymmonray's, where me and Meg decided that the world really does need a Random Quote Generator of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, only you'd have to put nearly the whole script in.Morning, went to have brunch with
dolores at Victoria, then got dragged to Hyde Park by Meg, where we realised by talking to presons other over the phone that we should be at Piccadilly to join the march. Marched from there. Got to Hyde Park, having not seen Kate and Robert, walked back through the oncoming crowd to Green Park to find them, also got Celia and Kay and Roz, marched back to Hyde Park, then we had to hie ourselves to Westminster and Waterloo East to get the train back to Tonbridge. Somehow we kept ending up in the Palestine section. Best banner had to be 'Sex Workers United Against War'. We have decided that next time, we're having a proper big fabric banner with 'Porn Writers Against War'. It's a noble cause to walk under. Me and Meg did four hours of solid walking. Burning calories for a noble cause, dammit!Dance of Death was fantabulous, terribly caustic and extremely funny. Second half a tad scary. With the nice usher who went all the way downstairs to get more programmes just for l'il ol' me. Admittedly was wearing the cleavage flashing suede top o' doom. Went Stage Door, where Sir Ian came out and signed programmes - and he's so incredibly sweet it's not true. More slash discussion.
:deep breath: This morning, saw off Celia and Trish, then went National Gallery for Ron Mueck exhibition (the detail that man does on his sculptures is scary - tiny colourless moles, blotchiness, cellulite, discoloration on feet...) with side-track to National Portrait. Me and the Meg seem to be unable to avoid the NPG. And its postcards. Pizza slice, searched for sushi, ended up with nice sushi in SoHo (though I was on the ramen). Now have locations for good Vietnamese, sushi, best pizza slices and Wagamama if in vicinity. Basked for fifteen minutes with lots of other people on the grassy bit of Leicester Square. Went home. :collapse:
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Date: 2003-03-23 10:08 am (UTC)Ack!! Now you've let the cat out of the bag!!!!
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Date: 2003-03-23 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
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