I want to fall asleep today in class because I still don’t feel well, and we are watching this really funky non-linear independent Christopher Nolan film. It’s cool, but I can’t handle it today, especially not when it is so utterly beautiful outside.
After class, Erin, Ashley, Nick, and I head to the Wellcome Collection for the Incurably Curious. We have no idea what it is, it is a block from our flat, and we are, well, curious. It is a pretty neat place with a fascinating bookstore. If I were a rich girl (do do do do do do do) then I would buy you all souvenirs from that place. But alas, I am not. Most of the exhibits are related to science, medical practices, etc. with all sorts of cool artifacts like Charles Darwin’s walking stick, a lock of George III’s hair, a torture chair, and shoes for bound feet. There’s one room where you draw a picture based on some of the words written on the back of a card and put it up on the wall.
Next on the agenda is a tear-jerker extraordinaire, War Horse. George starts crying as soon as the horse comes onstage, aka the moment the curtain goes up.
The show is breathtaking in its simultaneous simplicity and complexity. The story is about a boy and his horse during World War I, and the most fascinating thing about it is that the horses are all life-size puppets manned by 3 puppeteers each. They are so well designed that actors even RIDE the puppet horses. 
The creativity is amazing, employing a minimalistic set and multimedia projections. It is transferring to Broadway this year and is a definite must see. After the show, Erin, Bridgette and I look for the stage door, but George points us in the complete opposite direction, leading us down a dark alleyway at 11pm. Poor life choices. After fearing for my life, I see one of the actors and flag him down for an autograph. He then kindly points us in the right direction. (The stage door was 20 feet from where George had been standing. Fail.)
Dear London. Nuns in a tube station? WHAT?
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