Wonderful, wonderful day!
Dec. 14th, 2013 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alobearYes, I am quoting Seven Brides For Seven Brothers in my title, because that's just what I want to be singing right now.
Is it possible to have too much of a wonderful day? Considering I cried on the train on the way home afterwards, I would say so.
My mum came to London for the day, which is generally wonderful in and of itself, but there was more.
I got the train to King's Cross, then decided to walk the three plus miles to Victoria. I made it to Trafalgar Square, and started to get annoyed with all the tourists who were gawking about in my way when I just wanted to get from A to B. Then, as I was looking down the side streets, trying to find The Mall, suddenly there was Big Ben in the distance, with a gorgeous halo of light around it, and it struck me just how lucky I am. On tramping my way from A to B, I walked past the British Library, the British Museum, Leicester Square, Trafalgar Square (which housed not only lions, but a giant blue chicken and half a dozen living statues dressed as Star Wars characters), then walked the length of The Mall right up to Buckingham Palace and beyond. What a fantastic route to take to meet my mum at the station!
A convivial lunch at Jamie's Italian started the joint activities - yay for yummy food and good company, but there was more.
Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake turns out to be just as amazing the second time around (which is a good job, since I'm seeing it twice more before the end of January). I laughed, I cried, I held my breath, I was transported. Wow, what a show.
Plus, we got the added bonus of sitting next to Andy Serkis - as you do... But there was still more.
We slowly came back to ourselves over dinner at a Chinese buffet (rounding off a joke from lunchtime when my mum said how much she likes hanging out with me because she always ends up in a Chinese buffet when going out with my dad), and then took ourselves to the cinema to see Frozen. The adverts and trailers were interminable (at one point a small child behind us said, "Is the film starting now?" and her older sister replied in desperate tones, "God, I hope so..."), and the Mickey Mouse cartoon before the main feature was borderline offensive. Then, the first ten minutes of the film were rather ridiculously fast-paced, but then it found its feet and turned out to be hugely enjoyable. I laughed, I cried (I apologise to the man sitting next to me for my rather disruptive reactions - I blame the heightened emotions left over from Swan Lake). The songs were great, the reindeer was wonderful, the comedy talking snowman was utilised just enough to be quite funny instead of annoying, and it was all very romantic and lovely.
And then we parted ways at King's Cross, it was all over, and I cried. I now feel completely drained and pretty numb, but it was a wonderful, wonderful day!
Is it possible to have too much of a wonderful day? Considering I cried on the train on the way home afterwards, I would say so.
My mum came to London for the day, which is generally wonderful in and of itself, but there was more.
I got the train to King's Cross, then decided to walk the three plus miles to Victoria. I made it to Trafalgar Square, and started to get annoyed with all the tourists who were gawking about in my way when I just wanted to get from A to B. Then, as I was looking down the side streets, trying to find The Mall, suddenly there was Big Ben in the distance, with a gorgeous halo of light around it, and it struck me just how lucky I am. On tramping my way from A to B, I walked past the British Library, the British Museum, Leicester Square, Trafalgar Square (which housed not only lions, but a giant blue chicken and half a dozen living statues dressed as Star Wars characters), then walked the length of The Mall right up to Buckingham Palace and beyond. What a fantastic route to take to meet my mum at the station!
A convivial lunch at Jamie's Italian started the joint activities - yay for yummy food and good company, but there was more.
Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake turns out to be just as amazing the second time around (which is a good job, since I'm seeing it twice more before the end of January). I laughed, I cried, I held my breath, I was transported. Wow, what a show.
Plus, we got the added bonus of sitting next to Andy Serkis - as you do... But there was still more.
We slowly came back to ourselves over dinner at a Chinese buffet (rounding off a joke from lunchtime when my mum said how much she likes hanging out with me because she always ends up in a Chinese buffet when going out with my dad), and then took ourselves to the cinema to see Frozen. The adverts and trailers were interminable (at one point a small child behind us said, "Is the film starting now?" and her older sister replied in desperate tones, "God, I hope so..."), and the Mickey Mouse cartoon before the main feature was borderline offensive. Then, the first ten minutes of the film were rather ridiculously fast-paced, but then it found its feet and turned out to be hugely enjoyable. I laughed, I cried (I apologise to the man sitting next to me for my rather disruptive reactions - I blame the heightened emotions left over from Swan Lake). The songs were great, the reindeer was wonderful, the comedy talking snowman was utilised just enough to be quite funny instead of annoying, and it was all very romantic and lovely.
And then we parted ways at King's Cross, it was all over, and I cried. I now feel completely drained and pretty numb, but it was a wonderful, wonderful day!
