is there such a thing
as a perfect day?
Today my friends and I walked to St. James' Park for a afternoon picnic. We stopped by Trafalgar Square on the way because it had been covered with grass for a green awareness campaign--I love how the City of London uses Trafalgar for every little thing--from the coconut orchestra to laying out a million cups of tea to putting out a grass lawn. I can't imagine any other city willing to constantly change up an area that's a monument to a city and a country.
At St. James we picnicked on ham, cheese, and pate sandwiches, little English sweets like Jam Twirlies, Summer Pimms (a sort of English version of sangria, which I had been dying to try and Charlie so kindly made for us), Archers and raspberry and strawberry and blueberries and all that is picnic goodness. We laid around, ate, bantered, and even played a game of ultimate frisbee. Even the police officers that patrolled the park stopped and waved hi to us. Seriously, it was a perfect, carefree afternoon--something I really needed since I'm convinced I may just fail my upcoming exams.
Joce and I then hauled ass from the park to the Gielguld Theater near Piccadilly, because we had STAGE SEATS to see DANIEL RADCLIFFE run around NAKED in EQUUS. UM. YES. Delicious. Since our seats were on the stage I got to see Dan so so so close. It was amazing to see him running around, crazed and naked, putting the eyes out of the 'horses' in the stables that were under our seats. He leaped up directly underneath me and I swear there was an intensity in his eyes that I never expected him to have. While he's not a awe inspiring actor, he's still earnest and channels his characters, and to be honest, he isn't nearly as shitty as some other actors his age. So yeah, happy happy Mimi! *if you want to know more about the naked hotness of D. R. aka H. Potter, you'll have to message me directly. ;) Here's a morsel of information: He's has a hot but pasty ass.
Today my friends and I walked to St. James' Park for a afternoon picnic. We stopped by Trafalgar Square on the way because it had been covered with grass for a green awareness campaign--I love how the City of London uses Trafalgar for every little thing--from the coconut orchestra to laying out a million cups of tea to putting out a grass lawn. I can't imagine any other city willing to constantly change up an area that's a monument to a city and a country.
At St. James we picnicked on ham, cheese, and pate sandwiches, little English sweets like Jam Twirlies, Summer Pimms (a sort of English version of sangria, which I had been dying to try and Charlie so kindly made for us), Archers and raspberry and strawberry and blueberries and all that is picnic goodness. We laid around, ate, bantered, and even played a game of ultimate frisbee. Even the police officers that patrolled the park stopped and waved hi to us. Seriously, it was a perfect, carefree afternoon--something I really needed since I'm convinced I may just fail my upcoming exams.
Joce and I then hauled ass from the park to the Gielguld Theater near Piccadilly, because we had STAGE SEATS to see DANIEL RADCLIFFE run around NAKED in EQUUS. UM. YES. Delicious. Since our seats were on the stage I got to see Dan so so so close. It was amazing to see him running around, crazed and naked, putting the eyes out of the 'horses' in the stables that were under our seats. He leaped up directly underneath me and I swear there was an intensity in his eyes that I never expected him to have. While he's not a awe inspiring actor, he's still earnest and channels his characters, and to be honest, he isn't nearly as shitty as some other actors his age. So yeah, happy happy Mimi! *if you want to know more about the naked hotness of D. R. aka H. Potter, you'll have to message me directly. ;) Here's a morsel of information: He's has a hot but pasty ass.