Why does it always seem to happen to me?
First of all, there is news on the Xena front! Her owners rang this morning to say that they are going to pay for tests and treatment, so that is a relief for us! :-P I suppose the fact that she's such a young dog outweighed...any of their previous doubts or whatever, I mean she not even 3 years old yet! :-P Any way, this is all good!
Yesterday was great though, tiring, but great! :-P Started out early and after a debacle with the tickets going down we got to London and made our way to the Natural History museum on the tube. We looked around the museum including a 'behind the scenes' tour which included the only whole Architeuthis to be preserved anywhere in the world. Creepy but amazing. I also managed to get in to a short talk on Disease Control in Uganda which focused on parasites, which was interesting. Then we had to rush off because dad said the Pink show started at 18:30, we got there at 18:15 to fing that it's doors open at 18:30, so we went and had sushi/bento in the arcade bit before heading in. Doors opened late and we went in and took our seats......and we waited...and waited...and waited...finally, at about 20:00 the warm up band, Evermore, came on and while they were good and we liked their music, it would probably sound better on their cd. Oh yeah, did I mention that the sound technician needed to be shot? His mixing was bloody awful! Then Pink came on and she was brilliant, so full of energy and a really interesting and creative show.
Then we were leaving, well trying to, and we had to wait for a lift because mother was too tired to walk half way around the building for the nearest escalator. When an empty lift finally arrives mum, dad and I get in along with three people in wheelchairs, a girl with a dog plus their carers, so as you can guess, the lift is pretty much full to capacity. So we set off, press the button for the ground floor but the lift goes up and we're all making jokes to each other about good luck to the people who've called the lift coz they're obviously not getting in etc. We reach the 4th floor and the doors open, and there are a couple of people in wheelchairs and two drunk-off-their-asses-can-barely-stand-up-straight girls (I use girls instead of women because of their behaviour). Can you guess which of these people tried to force their way in to the lift? Yes, the two drunk broads try to get in, now, all credit to one of them who wasn't quite so drunk, she tried to tell her friend not to get in, but her friend decided that no, despite the three wheelchairs and the woman stood in front of her with a walking stick at the edge of the lift entrance they could both fit in. Isn't alcohol wonderful? And so, they both barged their way in to the lift and nearly knocked my mother who is disabled, the one walking with the stick, over. Before the doors closed, one of the carers behind me asked 'Are you disabled?' to which they said yes, obviously thinking it was funny. They barge their way in further as the doors shut and literally push my mother over and almost on top of one of the wheelchair users behind her. Now mum said "Would you mind no pushing me over please?" and the silly blonde girl turns around in this confined space which pushes mother over more and says "Well, you know I don't mean to" in a really pathetic voice. Now when mum gets very tired she is already in a lot of pain and what these girls had just done obviously hurt her more and she replied saying "Yes you did because you got on the lift when you could see it was crowded and I was walking with a stick!" Anyway, the 'conversation' escalated to a near argument in the short ride from floor 4 to floor 1 at which point my mum calmly asked "Would you please just get out here because you are hurting us?" Then, as the girls were getting off the (so I thought) one who was more sober turned and said "You're really letting yourselves down!" Now that *really* pissed me off, so I said back, "I'm sorry, who out of all of us are part of the nation's problem with binge drinking and crimes related to drunk and disorderly? Who out of all of us can barely stand up straight and put together a coherent argument?" To which the drunk girls came towards the lift again and security 'escorted' them away as the doors closed. Like I said in the title, why does it always seem to happen to me? :-P
In other news, I'm freakin' petrified about all my fics that are due soon! :-/ ARGH!!!!! Why did I pick this friday for one of them? :-S
Anyway, that was my day :-P Love and *hugs* to my flist!
luv
K
Yesterday was great though, tiring, but great! :-P Started out early and after a debacle with the tickets going down we got to London and made our way to the Natural History museum on the tube. We looked around the museum including a 'behind the scenes' tour which included the only whole Architeuthis to be preserved anywhere in the world. Creepy but amazing. I also managed to get in to a short talk on Disease Control in Uganda which focused on parasites, which was interesting. Then we had to rush off because dad said the Pink show started at 18:30, we got there at 18:15 to fing that it's doors open at 18:30, so we went and had sushi/bento in the arcade bit before heading in. Doors opened late and we went in and took our seats......and we waited...and waited...and waited...finally, at about 20:00 the warm up band, Evermore, came on and while they were good and we liked their music, it would probably sound better on their cd. Oh yeah, did I mention that the sound technician needed to be shot? His mixing was bloody awful! Then Pink came on and she was brilliant, so full of energy and a really interesting and creative show.
Then we were leaving, well trying to, and we had to wait for a lift because mother was too tired to walk half way around the building for the nearest escalator. When an empty lift finally arrives mum, dad and I get in along with three people in wheelchairs, a girl with a dog plus their carers, so as you can guess, the lift is pretty much full to capacity. So we set off, press the button for the ground floor but the lift goes up and we're all making jokes to each other about good luck to the people who've called the lift coz they're obviously not getting in etc. We reach the 4th floor and the doors open, and there are a couple of people in wheelchairs and two drunk-off-their-asses-can-barely-stand-up-straight girls (I use girls instead of women because of their behaviour). Can you guess which of these people tried to force their way in to the lift? Yes, the two drunk broads try to get in, now, all credit to one of them who wasn't quite so drunk, she tried to tell her friend not to get in, but her friend decided that no, despite the three wheelchairs and the woman stood in front of her with a walking stick at the edge of the lift entrance they could both fit in. Isn't alcohol wonderful? And so, they both barged their way in to the lift and nearly knocked my mother who is disabled, the one walking with the stick, over. Before the doors closed, one of the carers behind me asked 'Are you disabled?' to which they said yes, obviously thinking it was funny. They barge their way in further as the doors shut and literally push my mother over and almost on top of one of the wheelchair users behind her. Now mum said "Would you mind no pushing me over please?" and the silly blonde girl turns around in this confined space which pushes mother over more and says "Well, you know I don't mean to" in a really pathetic voice. Now when mum gets very tired she is already in a lot of pain and what these girls had just done obviously hurt her more and she replied saying "Yes you did because you got on the lift when you could see it was crowded and I was walking with a stick!" Anyway, the 'conversation' escalated to a near argument in the short ride from floor 4 to floor 1 at which point my mum calmly asked "Would you please just get out here because you are hurting us?" Then, as the girls were getting off the (so I thought) one who was more sober turned and said "You're really letting yourselves down!" Now that *really* pissed me off, so I said back, "I'm sorry, who out of all of us are part of the nation's problem with binge drinking and crimes related to drunk and disorderly? Who out of all of us can barely stand up straight and put together a coherent argument?" To which the drunk girls came towards the lift again and security 'escorted' them away as the doors closed. Like I said in the title, why does it always seem to happen to me? :-P
In other news, I'm freakin' petrified about all my fics that are due soon! :-/ ARGH!!!!! Why did I pick this friday for one of them? :-S
Anyway, that was my day :-P Love and *hugs* to my flist!
luv
K