Work, Work, Work

That subject line isn't exactly accurate. We started work Monday at the Diorama. So far it is fairly uneventful, and seems like it will be until the Diorama director returns to London in mid-June. Nisa is in charge until Mark gets back, and she is great. They are currently in the process of moving buildings, and are in a temporary (and tiny) space until the new building is completed in August. Right now we are just working 3-4 days a week, and those aren't really even full days. I know we will make up for lost time in July when the music festival starts.

So, we went to work Monday and got acquainted with everything. Nisa took us and Phil (he's working on a theatre project for the Diorama) out for Indian food again, which we are growing to like. Tuesday after work we decided to head across the river, stopping at St. James Cathedral to eat dinner on the steps with all the pigeons. We crossed Millenium Bridge to get to the Tate Modern after that. I have sort of negative feelings towards a lot of contemporary art, particularly surrealism, but they really do have an amazing collection. After that we wandered around, got some coffee, and then went to see A Midsummer Night's Dream at Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. It tops my list on favorite things we've done so far. It was absolutely amazing, or brilliant as they say over here. Our seats weren't the greatest, but that's what you get for waiting until the day of the show.

Today we had off work, so Harvey came into town last night so we could get up to do more sightseeing today. But when you stay up until 4:00, it is just really hard to wake up before 11:00am, so we did get a little bit of a late start today. We made it to the Vanity Fair portrait exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery, got lunch, and then made it to the Strand for a matinee of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. This is one of those shows that I wish I had an excuse for loving so much, but I actually can't think of one. Once again, waiting until the day of the show to get tickets wasn't too smart, as all of the tickets were sold out except for mid-price restricted vision seats (there was a railing that divided the stage in two just in front of us) but it was still spectacular. Loud, showy, fun- everything that the 700 uniformed primary school children and tourist couples over the age of 60 that saw it with us wanted. Well, we wanted that too, I guess. Anyways, we all loved it, Harvey wept at the end, and everyone rose for a standing ovation. Then stopped by the portrait gallery again to see a couple more of the rooms showing their permanent collection, went to the grocery, and are now about to make dinner. Sally and Harv are acting like they are about to starve to death over here, so I guess this is it for now! Hope everyone is doing well!