“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Welp!  I don't want to say goodbye to London or to this blog or to anyone here that I have met!

London is absolutely beautiful and magical and I hope that I can remember every small detail of it that has captured my heart.

Some good and bad things about London that I definitely do not want to forget:

• the "look right" and "look left" writing on the streets
• the way there's a yellow light before the traffic light turns green so that cars know when to get ready to go
• the way cars drive on the right/wrong side of the road (depending on which Brit you talk to)
• the way people say "Cheers!" instead of thank you
• the way that there is no right side of the sidewalk to walk on or on the stairs (one of the things that really bugged me)
• the Tube's "Mind the Gap" voiceover warning
• the Tube's very clear announcements of each stop
• the double-decker buses
• the way that the price of something is exactly the amount you have to pay because tax is already included on the tag
• "chips" are french fries
• scones scones scones scones
• how popular Starbucks is here
• everything closes SO EARLY
• Regent Street
• Kensington Gardens
• Mornington Crescent Tube station
• Great Portland Street
• Sainsbury's Grocery Stores
• Boots convenience store
• the pound coins, five pence coins, ten pence coins, one pence coins, two pence coins, twenty pence coins, and fifty pence coins
• Big Ben's bell striking on every hour
• the extremely forward European men
• their strange Minstrels chocolate candy and Double Deckers
• the drinking age being 18
• the extreme rudeness and slow walking of people here

I know that there are so many more things but of course I am having an extreme brain fart right now!

I am so grateful to have had the chance to come here, and I can't thank Mommy and Daddy enough for letting me go on this trip.  I am in love with this beautiful city, and can only hope that I will be lucky enough to return someday.

I love you London!

Until next time.

The first of two goodbyes...

 I must tell you about how my sonnet went yesterday!

When it was finally my turn to perform my sonnet, I thought that I was prepared...and I was.  But I guess that my preparedness wasn't enough for George.  Once again, he had me run around the room as fast as I could until I was out of breath and then when I stopped, he had me immediately slate my name to the camera and begin my sonnet.  I was not a happy camper, and I even stopped and said, "You know, I really don't think the running thing helps me."  He laughed at me but replied and said, "Oh no, I think it does, right Maggie?"  Of course Maggie nodded her head in agreement because no one wants to be on George's bad side.  Anyways, I recited the sonnet in my out-of-breath state, trying to take a deep breath and say as many words as I could before I ran out of each deep breath.  I used my class buddy to maintain eye contact with.  When I had finished, George looked at me and just smiled and then said, "May I have a hug?"  I take that as a job well done, and I couldn't help but smile while hugging him thinking about how relieved I was that it was over.

Maggie and I FINALLY got to go to Sports Cafe last night, ironically on our second-to-last night ordering purely American food.  We both got our pint of Beck's, a chicken sandwich, and loads of curly fries.  It was absolutely delicious.  Afterwards, we took our time walking towards Trafalgar Square and the Westminster area because my goal for this whole trip was to get just a few pictures of Big Ben and the London Eye lit up at night.  Although the sunset was at 9:15, it took until 10:15 for there to be pure darkness.  We stood there along the River Thames, freezing with no jackets, but just so happy waiting for the sun to go down singing "How Do You Know"  from the movie Enchanted.  After getting our pictures, we numbly waited for the next  bus towards our apartment, saying goodbye to Big Ben and the Eye for...forever, I guess.

This morning I took pictures of our final walk to class.  Today was "Sharing Day" so we basically did some warmup exercises with Charlie, and then some with George.  We then went around the room and each talked about what was our biggest challenge coming into this program, what was a highlight of our experience, and what was our biggest success.  When it got to be my turn (I was last), I said that the biggest challenge for me was letting myself be seen by everyone, as well as not caring what people think of me.  Constantly, I contemplate my actions and words based on how I think other people will react to them, which isn't how it should be.  On this trip, I tried to work on just letting myself be seen in whatever way that was (good or bad), by everyone and anyone.  I then talked about the highlight of my experience.  While most people mentioned someone they had met, or a show they saw, or a sightseeing spot they loved, I mentioned something that had been said in class the first week we had arrived.  It had stuck with me since the day it was said, and every day from there forward, and I know it will stick with me for probably the rest of my life.  I just remember Antonio talking about how we all needed to be spineFUL and not spineless.  And that stuck with me.  Just say yes.  Do what YOU want to do and just dive in.  There's a great quote that I have been thinking about a lot lately and it says, "I must be a mermaid.  I have no fear of depths, and a great fear of shallow living."  And it is SO TRUE.  Especially for me.  I don't have a fear of depths.  I want to soak up every moment and every possible experience that life has to offer, and I have to stop being so afraid of what other people think, because a lot of times that is the only thing holding me back from going full steam ahead.  So spineful, spineful, spineful.  I am spineful, and from now on, always will be.  As for my greatest success during this Dialogue,  I talked about the day that I got to work on my sonnet, and the circle exercise we did.  I just remember reciting those four very long lines of my sonnet and feeling the drive coming out of me, and the reaction on George's face when I turned around.  I remember the feeling of accomplishment and pride I felt when I had walked out of the door of RADA that day.  And to me, that was the turning point and the final success.  Not the final taping of the sonnet, but that moment.

We ended class with a gigantic group hug, and it was so so so sad.  We headed over to Marlborough Arms for lunch together, getting huge burgers with "chips", my new favorite strawberry and lime cider, and to top it off; apple pie.  We had some good laughs with Charlie and George, and I made sure to give them both a big hug when it was time to go, to make sure that they knew how much I truly appreciated everything that they had taught me.

In class, we also discussed if we had any suggestions for future years or things that should be changed or kept the same.  I feel like throughout the Dialogue, I had my criticisms on various parts of the program, but when it came down to it, it was absolutely perfect.  I am so honored to have been part of the beginning of a new Dialogue program, and I can only hope that they will be able to continue this program in future years.

They also asked us if we had any advice we would want to give to future students going on this Dialogue. So I'll put this here:  Don't have any expectations.  Expect the unexpected not just the first day of class, but every single day until the very end.  Be open to trying everything.  The time and experience can only be as much as you want it to be, and how much you put into it, and how much you want out of it.  It kinda disappoints me to see that several of our classmates only truly started to appreciate the program and the location this last week of being here.  I have embraced every moment of this past month, knowing that it would only come once and I had to relish in every second of it.  To go on this program, you have to be bold and "show up."  Leave everything at the door.  When it comes down to it, the people you meet inside that small acting studio will become your family, your support, your everything for the next month.  They will be the ones who will truly see you grow, and in the end, they are the ones who are most proud.  At least that's how it felt for me.  GAH.  I could go on and on and on.  I am just so happy with every moment of the past month and I would love to relive it over and over again and I hate to see it end!!

I have a lot more to say, and I want to write a more formal goodbye to London, but I will save that for later.

For now, I am going to enjoy the less-than twenty-four hours I have left of this beautiful city.

Cheers!

"The Journey"

Apologies for not blogging since Sunday!

Monday was a pretty regular day, and then Tuesday morning I woke up at four in the morning feeling absolutely terrible.  I stayed awake until 6am so that I could run to the store and buy some Sudafed, but I was basically running on empty for the rest of the day.  And of course, yesterday in George's voice class, I was supposed to do one-on-one work for my sonnet.  I'm not sure I have even mentioned my sonnet before; but each student in our class has to recite a sonnet in front of the class on Thursday and have it videoed to be sent to our professor back at NU.  So each student gets about 15 minutes in front of the class with the teacher to work on making their sonnet the best that it could be.  I chose Shakespeare's sonnet 43 which is:

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, 
For all the day they view things unrespected; 
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, 
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. 
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, 
How would thy shadow's form form happy show 
To the clear day with thy much clearer light, 
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! 
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made 
By looking on thee in the living day, 
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
   All days are nights to see till I see thee,
   And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.


So yesterday I get up in front of the class and recited my sonnet, which I know by heart.  My voice was cracked and I was all stuffed up, but I still tried to put as much effort into it as possible.  When I was finished, George says, "Okay, shall we play?"  And at this point in time, I know that "playtime" is never a good kind of playtime.  He tells me to start walking around the circle of my classmates bringing my knees as high as I can with each step.  Then, he tells me to start galloping and then to start running.  So there I am, jogging around this small circle as George yells,"Faster! Faster!"  Meanwhile, I can barely breathe and am running on three hours of sleep.  He then tells me to begin reciting my sonnet, while I run.  Yeah, I was not a happy girl.  When I finished, I stopped and gave him a pretty nasty look, but I'm sure he realized that his little exercise had no positive effect on the presentation of my sonnet.  It had just made me tired, upset, and hating him just a little bit.  

He then had me try to direct my sonnet towards one girl in our class.  Apparently, this improved the presentation of my sonnet and he was finally satisfied enough to let me sit back down.

Last night, our class went to see our final performance together which was The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime.  Here is the trailer from London:

It was an absolutely PHENOMENAL show and I enjoyed every minute of it.  It was definitely the favorite of the productions that we have seen with the class this past month.  Basically, Christopher (the main character) has Asperger's and is found in his neighbor's backyard with her dead dog.  The story is told through the eyes and mind of Christopher (mostly the mind) as he plays detective and tries to find the murderer of Wellington (the dog) as well as discover other secrets that he never knew.  What was so incredible about this production was how the stage and whole performance was meant to be like the audience was inside of Christopher's somewhat distorted view of the world.  There were no sets  besides the grid-stage, and props were minimal.  We really saw the ultimate use of the human body, as well as the importance of movement to tell a story.  I found myself sitting on the edge of my seat throughout the whole show, not because of suspense, but because of pure shock and amazement at every moment that was brought to life on stage.  I kept thinking, "How did they do that?" and "Who would ever think of doing that like that?"  I have the utmost respect for the creators of this production, for creating something so beautiful, that truly shows the beauty and abstractness of someone with this type of mental illness and also how they created such an appreciation for it.  Not once did you feel bad for Christopher or see him as "different."  He was seen as "special" in a good way.  I'm pretty sure I'm rambling now, but words could never describe what an incredible experience it was to see this story brought to life on stage and to have the privilege to see it in it's limited viewing time.  The story is based off of a book, and I am now dying to get my hands on this book!

Also, Christopher has a thing for prime numbers.  So, every prime-numbered seat in the theater was covered with a white sheet and had a little card in it's pocket.  Guess who was in a prime-numbered seat?  That's right...me!  I had to figure out if my name was a prime number.  Each letter in my name corresponded to a number, and I had to add the numbers up to see if they summed to a prime number.  My name came out to 167, which meant it was a prime number and I won a prize!  The prize turned out to be a silly little pin, but it was still such a cool little side-note to go with the awesomeness of the play itself.

Although I was feeling - for lack of a better word - extremely shitty, I still walked home from the theatre in the beautiful London evening down Regent Street.  The way the lights lit up each shop and the way the sky was still blue even though it was almost 10pm was absolutely beautiful.  It's so sad to think about leaving here and not knowing when I will be back.

Today I woke up feeling much much better than yesterday.  I think the drastic changes in weather and my sudden onset of allergies is just a bad combination and is messing with my body.  In George's class, we worked on our sonnets more, doing this exercise where we had to walk across the circle to one of our classmates while saying one "thought" in our sonnet.  When we arrived at our classmate on the other side, we had to encouragingly push them into the circle so that they could say their line.  At one point, I was up to the part in my sonnet where the thought is completed after four full lines.  So basically, I had to say "Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, how would thy shadows form form happy show to the clear day with thy much clearer light when to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!"  Try reading that out loud, and maybe you will understand why my first attempt didn't go too swell.  I tried to speed-talk to try and fit the whole thought into the small diameter of the circle that I had to walk.  George laughed at me and told me that instead, I should try to arc myself and walk around the outer edge of the circle instead of making a direct beeline to my classmate, so that I would have more time to say my lines.  I tried this, while also trying to project my voice and maintain eye contact with my classmate.  When I finally got to my classmate and encouragingly pushed him into the circle, George stopped me and just said, "Wow!"  He was so impressed and so happy with my progress and I couldn't help but smile because for once, I actually felt the difference in myself and my voice.  I can only hope that tomorrow I can present my sonnet in the same way with such confidence and drive.

In Charlie's class, my group was presenting their play, the one I mentioned all of that criteria about on Sunday.  We had decided that our play would be about a family that was going on a road-trip to a campsite.  I was playing the nerdy daughter, and I had a younger baby sister, and an older drug-addict sister.  Our "mom" and "dad" were supposed to hate each other and it was to be assumed that our "dad" was cheating on our "mom."  By the end of our five acts, it was played out that our mom and dad had made up, and that us three sisters were all starting to get along just as we were getting back in the car to head home.  BUT, since we love a good plot twist we decided we didn't want a happy ending, and killed all of our characters in a tragic car accident.  Yes, it was disturbing.  Yes, our classmates were shocked.  But we got the effect we wanted!  Afterwards, Charlie told us that he was extremely impressed by each of our performances and how we all truly let down our walls and fell headfirst into our characters.  I was proud of that, because I felt that other people in the class were waiting to see us fail, but instead we became a very pleasant surprise.  As for some of the things on that strange list:  the passionate kiss between our mom and dad was just a kiss on the forehead, the uncomfortable silence occurred after a fake fart, my "guilty pleasure" was a huge picture of Prince Harry that I kept hidden in my pillow, the 75 second dance-break was performed to "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go", and the word from another language was "Fuego."  It was funny, it was stupid, it was sad, and it was a mess, but Charlie liked it and in the end, we actually had a lot of fun doing it.  A lot of my classmates told us that the funniest part was when I woke up at the campsite and took out my Prince Harry head and said to it, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" and then gave it a huge smooch!  I was glad that I could surprise my classmates and show them the silly side of myself.  The day ended on a good note, and then Maggie and I went back to Hummus Bros for dinner because there was no way we were leaving London without eating there again!

Only one more full day of class remains and then Friday is sharing day and our final lunch together!  Saturday starts the long journey back to the States and then to New York...

I can't believe it is already June 5th!

Much love from London and hopefully I will be able to blog a few more times before the journey is through.

xoxo

Mr. H. Potter. The Cupboard under the Stairs. 4 Privet Drive. Little Whinging, Surrey.

So this post is going to be a whole lot of rambling and randomness, so bear with me.

Yesterday was our last Sunday in London.  I know, it was extremely sad to think about.  The bright side of things was that we had been blessed with four beautifully sunny and warm Sundays, and we had basically completed everything on our list of things to do in London!

Yesterday, we went back to Camden Market for breakfast/lunch at the food market.  Okay, so it was more like dessert but that's what vacations and trips are for, right?  Maggie got herself a Churro and I, a banana drenched in chocolate and marshmallows.  (Mom and Dad, you're gunna have to put me on a diet when I get back!)

This was the breakfast of champions.

After breakfast, we took the bus back towards our apartment and stopped at Oxford Street to visit the Disney Store and a few other shops to look for souvenirs.  We weren't too successful, but we did get cute pictures with Mickey dressed as a British soldier!  (As well as with Tinkerbell, duh.)

We then went to TCR Bar which stands for Tottenham Court Road Bar for a late lunch/early dinner.  I have had a full english breakfast, a traditional English dinner dish (Hunter's Chicken), and now it was time to try a Jacket Potato.  Basically, a Jacket Potato is a huge baked potato that you can get with all sorts of toppings.  I chose to get mine with Chili, which was an EXCELLENT choice.

After a delicious late lunch/dinner, we made our way down to Euston Station to buy our train tickets to get to the Harry Potter studio tour.  Our tour slot was from 6-6:30, but the studios were a little of the ways out of London, so we had to be prepared to leave by 4.  We bought our commuter rail tickets for the 16:35 (4:35) and stood in front of the big board, which reminded me of Penn Station, which then reminded me of the journey I will be taking five days a week for the next six months.  Bummer.  ANYWAYS, we got on the train and twenty minutes later, we had arrived at Watford Junction.  From Watford Junction, we then had to board a completely Harry Potter decked-out double decker bus, which took us on the next twenty-minute leg of the trip.  Finally, about an hour later, we had arrived at Leavesden Studio where the official Harry Potter film series had been produced.

The self-guided tour is projected to take around three hours; beginning with a video montage that highlights scenes from all eight of the major motion-pictures.  Yes, I had chills (the first time of many in the following three hours.)  We then were lead into Lot J, which began with the grand entrance into THE Great Hall of Hogwarts.  It was amazing.  We then were lead through another pair of doors which brought us through the sets of Hagrid's Hut, Gryffindor Common Room, the Boy's Dormitory, Ministry of Magic, Potions, The Burrow, and so so so many more.  There were so many original props such as all of the Horcruxes, the Triwizard Cup, wigs, etc, etc.  It was also a very special day to be at the studios because it was the last day that they had some of the animal actors from the films there!  We got to see Fang, Crookshanks, Trevor, and even the kittens in the plates of Dolores Umbridge's office!

After lot J, we were brought out to the backlot, where they had such sets as the Hogwarts Bridge, the Knightbus (which is SO much cooler after knowing the London bus system), 4 Privet Drive, and Hagrid's motorcycle.  They also sold Butterbeer which I obviously tried and was worth every penny, or should I say pence?  Hehehe.

After the backlot, we then went into Lot K, which touched a lot more on the creatures of the films.  We saw a lot of dummies, animatronics, green screens, etc.  We also got the chance to walk down Diagon Alley (ah!) and even got to see Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.  The end of the tour brought us to a huge room that had a gigantic model of Hogwarts castle in it.  For those of you who didn't know, they used this replica of Hogwarts for many of the aerial view scenes, etc. and to add computer effects to.  While you're in the room, the lighting changes to mimic daytime and nighttime.  This was my absolute favorite part of the tour, and I could have sat there all day staring at this castle that basically embodied my whole entire childhood within it.

Those people at Harry Potter knew what they were talking about with the tour time, because by the time we found ourselves on the next train back to London, it was 9:00 and we had spent three hours reliving our magical childhoods.  I could not have been in a happier mood.  That is until I got these emails from Charlie:

Final Project

You are creating a short theater piece. It should be no longer than 15 minutes. The structure should be a play with five acts. Be specific about how time works in your piece and how you communicate the passage of time. Between each of the five “acts” there should be a transition/scene change. Be careful of how you accomplish that – it’s part of the performance. You may use the space in any way you like, and may move the audience depending on where you’d like them. You may use props, but nothing unsanitary or unsafe and nothing that can make a mess.

 Basic rules: No unsafe or inappropriate touch/contact. No one should be in any danger of being injured. No one should feel in any way personally violated. There is no leader – the group must collaborate and team direct as equal partners. Say “Yes” as much as possible. Work efficiently and respectfully. Make sure everyone is visible. When you make others look good, you make yourself look good. You must schedule time to rehearse. Respect your group, show up to rehearsal ready to work. Keep track of the time and maximize it. You are not allowed to miss the show on Tuesday night so plan rehearsal accordingly. And don’t talk about it too much, get up on your feet and make discoveries together in the moment. Build the piece physically and play together. Attend to elements of time, place, relationship and story so that we are oriented. If you want to confuse us, make that a specific choice and decide on the moments of confusion and moments of orientation. Be physically and vocally brave. The language can be muscular, the performance can be gutsy, the choices and action should be clear and visible.

  

Theme/Title:  The Journey

  

Ingredients:

-Each piece must have a clear beginning, middle, and end. 

-Each person must have at least one dramatic/dynamic entrance and exit. These entrances and exits may be solo or shared.

-Surprising reveal of a person.

-Revelation of an object in a way that is unexpected/illuminating/changes how we see the object (it essentially becomes something else through endowment).

-Three objects must be used that are from the UK, culturally specific, and recognizable.

-Everyone must speak.

-Text may be chosen from your scenes, the sonnets, poem and song you’ve worked on in George’s class (but not the individual sonnets you are preparing to perform), or from any of the readings.

*Note: even if you choose material from the readings to use as text, the scene can not be about an acting class, voice class, or the like. The point of the exercise is not to comment on itself, but to tell a story in a way that is immediate, theatrical, and dynamic.

-Full 60 seconds of continuous, simultaneous talking at hyper-speed. (This will require that you use previously memorized text).

-A dynamic adjustment to the rhythm.

-A dance break of 15 – 75 seconds. 

-Two moments of uncomfortable silence.

-A sound that comes from an unexpected place/source. 

-A broken expectation.

-A passionate kiss. 

-A sudden argument, which stops as abruptly as it began (like a summer storm).

-Use of a word from another language.

-A guilty pleasure.

-At least one moment where one performer is working in counterpoint to another. Be creative.

-One person must sing for 15-45 seconds. It should be either very quiet or very loud and may or may not interrupt the action of the scene.

-“Borrow” something from one of the plays we have seen and use it effectively… whether it’s an image, stage picture, plot device or storyline, relationship, etc… You get to choose, but it should be both prominent and seamlessly incorporated into your narrative.

So not only do I have to memorize Sonnet 43 and present it for George's class, but I have to compose a short composition by Wednesday.  Which is in like a day and a half.  Yes, wish me luck.

More to follow on this challenge...

"Let me guess; you Americans say things like 'literally' and 'oh my god' and 'like' a lot, right?"

It was a blessing that the day after we returned to Stratford we only had a Saturday morning session of class with Charlie.  In class, we each took turns performing our scenes with our scene partners.  Lori and I had decided that our scene would be that we are sisters and I am preparing to go on a trip to London where she has already been.  I have just returned from the travel agency and am frustrated because they were no help, and now I am refusing Lori's help.  We performed the scene, and then Charlie gave us critique on how to do it better.  We ended up doing the scene four or five more times, each time tweaking something else.  It was really interesting to see how the whole dynamic of the scene could change just because we said a pair of lines faster, or I used my prop in a different way.  It was a nice easy going Saturday class, and I was relieved when we finished up at 1.  Only two more days of real class before we start presenting our final products!

After class, Maggie and I went to afternoon tea at The Palm Court Brasserie in Covent Garden.  Not knowing what to expect of afternoon tea, especially since online many of the descriptions just say "assortment of teas, pastries, and finger sandwiches," you could say we were very very pleasantly surprised.  The waiter came over to take our tea orders; I ordered green tea and Maggie ordered chamomile.  Several minutes later, we were each presented with our own little iron kettle steaming hot with our desired tea, along with a decently-sized teacup and sugar.  Seconds later, our 3-tiered tower came out with our assortment of tea-time snacks.  On the bottom tier, there were four triangle-cut finger sandwiches of four different kinds; egg and mayonnaise, cucumber and cream cheese, ham and mustard, and salmon with some other type of dressing.  On the middle tier, there was a raspberry-topped mini cheesecake, a fudge brownie, and two eton messes.  Okay, so I had no idea what an eton mess was and had forgot that the menu even said that this would be on there.  Basically, it looked like a ice cream sundae with strawberry syrup and fresh strawberries.  But, when I took a bite of it, it was warm.  It turns out that eton mess is the original "strawberries and cream."  So, literally, it was a glass of cream, strawberries, strawberry syrup, and meringue which is just chunks of sugar and egg.  It was a delicious surprise.  On the top tier, there were two scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream.  This was probably Maggie and I's favorite part of the assortment.  The scones, which are similar to biscuits, were sweet and crumbly and were paired perfectly with the jam and cream.  I'm pretty sure both of us would agree that if they gave us three tiers of just scones, we would have been perfectly content.  Although we had been in the Covent Garden area before, we had never actually been to the Covent Garden Market.  Similar to Spitalfields and Camden Markets, Covent Garden had lots of little stands and tents with food and trinkets.  What was unique about Covent Garden Market, is that a large portion of it was inside a building-type structure with permanent restaurants and other shops.  We got to catch a glimpse of a string quartet finishing a performance, a mime performing in the middle of a large crowd, and the spot where Shake Shack London would be opening in July 2013!  It was very exciting and as always, on a whim.

I find it funny how some of the other students on our trip keep telling me that Maggie and I are so on top of things and so scheduled.  But, who wouldn't be?  If you just sit around trying to figure out what to do, you will never do anything and before you know it your month will be up.  We have made such great time with everything that we have wanted to do, and along the way, have seen so much more than we had expected just because we chose to wander and see where the city took us instead of going to once place and then heading back home.

Later on last night, Maggie and I decided to go to O'Neill's Irish Pub.  O'Neill's is a chain pub in London with several locations, but Maggie was determined to go there because she wanted to see if they sold shirts (they didn't, of course.)  So, we went to O'Neill's, the Irish Pub, in Chinatown of London, and they played all very very American music.  Like, country music about Sweet Home Alabama.  It was weird, but really really fun. The pub had three floors, and after splitting a pitcher of strawberry daiquiri, we went up to the top floor where live music was being performed.  We each grabbed a pint of Guinness and listened to the band play covers of Mr. Brightside and Sex on Fire, as well as a ton of other popular songs.  At one point, Maggie had to go to the bathroom, so she handed me her glass to hold while she went.  In that small amount of time of probably only three or four minutes, four or five people approached me to comment on my double-fisting of two Guinness's, or how I had "one too many" beers in my hand.  I was relieved when Maggie returned, and hastily gave her back her glass because I didn't want anyone else to approach me.  A few minutes later, as we were listening to the band, a guy came up to us and asked us where we were from.  When we told him Boston, he said, "Oh! The place where you don't pronounce your r's right?!"  We laughed, and then he continued by saying, "Let me guess; you ladies say things like 'oh my god' and 'like' and 'literally' all the time, right?"  We sadly admitted that this was all true.  He also asked us if we played American drinking games like beer pong and flip cup.  It was pretty funny how much this guy knew about American college culture.  At another point in the night, Maggie and I were dancing, and some random person grabbed my arm and tried to pull me into a picture with him and his friends.  I was so utterly confused, but luckily ducked out of the picture right as the flash was about to go off.  To say the least, it was an interesting night.  I had a ton of good laughs, but there is definitely a large culture difference between Americans and other foreigners.  The way they interact is so very different, and a lot more upfront than in the U.S.  Maggie and I went home feeling confused, happy, and accomplished at having fun on our last Saturday night in London.