Wow, it's been a year since I last posted in this blog! And I failed so spectacularly to finish recording that trip... I feel a renewed sense of interest in chronicaling my journies this time around, so hopefully things will be better...
I'm currently coming to you from Heathrow, in the midst of a very long and frustrating layover. The flight here was lovely - thanks to a British Airways 747 and Jon, who supplied me with the ticket - and uneventful. I entertained myself with screenings of Young Adult, which was less funny than I thought it would be, and Wanderlust, which I loved. I feel like I've met every single character from the Elysium commune in the film in real life. I think I nearly died when they explained that the preferred term is "intentional community," rather than commune. The whole film had "pretentious Burner" written all over it, and I loved every minute. Anyone who wants to see a funny slice of Playa life should definitely check it out.
The remainder of the flight was devoted to sleep, with a short interlude for a surprisingly tasty curried chicken dinner. You'd think "airline food" + "British food" would add up to disaster, but it was actually one of the better in-flight meals of recent memory.
My layover in London was supposed to be equally memorable, but alas - the gods of travel do not seem to be on my side here at LHR. My original plan for my 6+ hour layover was as follows:
I'm currently coming to you from Heathrow, in the midst of a very long and frustrating layover. The flight here was lovely - thanks to a British Airways 747 and Jon, who supplied me with the ticket - and uneventful. I entertained myself with screenings of Young Adult, which was less funny than I thought it would be, and Wanderlust, which I loved. I feel like I've met every single character from the Elysium commune in the film in real life. I think I nearly died when they explained that the preferred term is "intentional community," rather than commune. The whole film had "pretentious Burner" written all over it, and I loved every minute. Anyone who wants to see a funny slice of Playa life should definitely check it out.
The remainder of the flight was devoted to sleep, with a short interlude for a surprisingly tasty curried chicken dinner. You'd think "airline food" + "British food" would add up to disaster, but it was actually one of the better in-flight meals of recent memory.
My layover in London was supposed to be equally memorable, but alas - the gods of travel do not seem to be on my side here at LHR. My original plan for my 6+ hour layover was as follows:
- Take a train from LHR to Paddington.
- Take the tube from Paddington to Sloane Square.
- Walk to 16 (now 34) Tite Street, where Oscar Wilde lived.
- Walk to the Cadogan Hotel, where he was arrested.
- Stroll down the Serpentine through Hyde Park.
- Arrive at St. James's, where Wilde was married.
- Take the train from Paddington back to LHR.
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