This past week Pam and I actually set aside our homework for some night outings, namely Wicked on Wednesday and a stand-up comedy club on Friday. Wicked was just as wonderful as the last time I saw it in Chicago, even though this Fiyero wasn't as good. I love how common going to the theater is here; I feel like back home it might be one of those once every 5-yr. "special treats," but w/ how affordable and prevalent it is here, it's no wonder going to the theatre is the same as going out to eat.
Friday night Pam took me with her GSE program to the FmyFyg Bar for a comedy night...my abs are still a little sore. I love British humor. None of us admitted to being Americans, so we were able to sit back and laugh at the American-targetted jokes w/o being put on the spot. However, the comics' favorite source of humor was making fun of themselves. After actually experiencing how they do seem to be less streamlined and more patient w/ doing things the most difficult way possible just b/c "that's how it's always been done," we all thoroughly enjoyed the bit about how they are bound to screw up the Olympics. Also, one of the comedians highlighted how heartless he finds Brits b/c whenever we hear of a train delay due to someone falling on the tube tracks, anger seems to prevail over sympathy: "What? How dare someone throw themselves on the tracks when I have work to get to? He better have died!"
It's nice to have so many after-dark options, especially since dark has started coming before 4 pm.
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