A Study in Sleeping on Buses

So I am totally still alive. It's an impressive feat, yeah? It really is.

Prior to yesterday, my life was rather insane. Let's start with last Thursday, in which we all got a bus and went to Stratford-Upon-Avon to go see a Royal Shakespeare Company production of The Tempest. I liked the show, my seat was kinda shitty because they are people drop down on wires and I could not see that at all because the upper balcony seats cut that off. I just saw Ariel's dangling feet. Other than that it was good. But man, there is not a lot to do in Stratford. Or at least not a lot of stuff that is cheap. I mean there is Shakespeare's birthplace which you can see for 14 pounds sterling or roughly $21. There is also his grave, which only cost a pound to see. But like it's a grave and I unlike another girl in my group did not find it necessary to go there and kiss the ground in front of the grave. (His grave is inside the church so she was kissing stone and not dirt and grass, but it was stone where asstons of people have walked). And there are also like the houses of Anne Hathaway and shit, but that's money. It was interesting in any case.

Friday, I walked with some other people to The Orchard at Grantchester, the place where Sylvia Plath and Virgina Woolf hung out and drank tea. I had a scone with clotted cream and jelly. And then that night I saw the weirdest fucking version of Macbeth ever performed. The only positive was that it was in an old Leper Chapel, but that was it.

Saturday, I got up at 4AM, got on a bus to London, then got on another bus that took the tour group to Leeds Castle, Canterbury Cathedral, and the Cliffs of Dover. I took a bunch of photos, which are on facebook for your creeping pleasure. I'm not entirely sure what to saw about those things. It was a lovely day and so clear out that when standing on the beach of Dover we could see France on the other side.

Sunday, I got up at 6AM to get on a bus to go to Bath and Stonehenge. In Bath, I saw the Roman Bathhouse where I was allowed to drink some of the "healing waters" from a fountain they had. It's something you have to do once, but will never do again. That water tasted like I got punched in the mouth. It had that metallic iron, blood taste.
I also saw where Jane Austen lived briefly, although she hated Bath with a passion. But it was cool.

And Stonehenge was cool, but really all you see is what you get.

And then on Monday, I went punting which is when you stand on the back of a flat bottomed boat and push the boat forward with a stick. I suck at it because I don't have upper body strength. Although I did enjoy making up facts and signing opera while going under bridges.

And Monday night, I saw THE DARK KNIGHT RISES!

AND GUYS! THERE WAS SO MUCH PITTSBURGH IN THAT MOVIE! I COULD TAKE YOU TO THOSE PLACES!! AND IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE LAST FIGHT SCENE I COULD SEE MY APARTMENT BUILDING!!! I FREAKED OUT!

But thankfully I was sitting next to strangers, due to assigned seating and me buying my ticket late, so I remained quiet. But while walking back with the others, we shouted about how awesome it was.

Okay, I should go.

But here, have a song