Glow Sticks and Spotted Dick

This morning, feeling rather ambitious, Katy and I set an early alarm and headed out for the theater to get student rush tickets. Waking up early paid off and we left the box office with tickets to see (probably the most magical show in the entire universe) We Will Rock You. This show holds a special place in my heart because my sister, who also studied abroad in London, had an actual obsession with the male lead. I’m sorry to report that I am also in love with Galileo, star of the show and man of my dreams. We Will Rock You, in all of its cheesy glory, cannot really be described in terms of the “typical musical”. No! This is a rock concert for tourists, complete with glow sticks and strobe lights. Galileo, part pop star part badass, brought the crowd to their feet screaming for encores and autographs. An actual old woman in front of me was shooting up the rock and roll hand- the one with two fingers raised and an outstretched arm. It truly was fantastic. God bless Freddie Mercury.

This morning, after our ticket purchase but before the magical musical, we hit our guidebook and read that Camden Market is a really cool town a few tube stops away. Katy, a fellow lanky person like myself, thought it would be a good idea to walk it instead. The first hour of the walk was fantastic! Ambling through Regents Park we saw amazing gardens and some pretty cool fountains. However, after we left the park and entered Camden we were in for a pretty big shock. It was a strange town with crazy punk people loitering on the dirty streets. We walked around a bit and saw no markets and no cool tourist traps so we decided to leave. We walked home too. Because it was such a long walk we stopped off at a little grocery store for a pick me up and saw something that really should only belong in X rated stores and brothels. A pastry called, I kid you not, A Spotted Dick. I think I’m going to end the blog on that note. Again, British people eat cakes called spotted dicks. Goodnight!