flying solo

it was sunny today, and i couldn't bear to waste the day with homework and housecleaning, so i went to london. i was supposed to have some wingmen for the trip, but one of them was contagious, one of them has a job, and the other one claims to be a slave to his work. i went anyway.

although i enjoy the company that having a travel companion provides, there are bonuses in going solo. like when you go to the british museum and realize, "hey, i hate museums," you can take a quick photo of the Rosetta Stone and some Greek friezes and get the hell out of there. luckily it's free, so i didn't even feel bad sloughing off the 2.5 miles of Chinese jade, Native American masks, Mexican art, and toppled marble columns (see also, the cruise). i know that if a certain LJ would have tagged along, i might still be there right this minute (ding! time for a pint!).

after ditching the ancient world, i thought maybe it was the subject matter that was putting me off. so, i hopped on the tube and thought i'd give the National Gallery a go. i like paintings! i walked in, scouted out the goods, avoided the 4,000 "Madonna with Child" canvases from the renaissance, and spent a nice hour drooling over my impressionist friends. the national gallery has more than 60 rooms, and i spent my entire visit in three of them. because i could.

follow that up with a pint in a cozy pub reading a good book and enough sushi to make my stomach stretch to twice its normal size, and i would say that i've had a pretty good day.