Haven't seen a table of Moosehead in ages...

I've been trying to spend the past few days studying, what with a massive law exam coming up on Thursday. However, after a spending all day studying Saturday, I had to get out of the flat--it's a nice place, or nice enough, anyways, but sometimes you just gotta leave--and thankfully Anne was having the same thought.

So, we went to see a play called Festen. It's been well-reviewed pretty well everywhere, and Helen said it rocked. (The latter holds much more sway in our opinions than the general media, to be honest.) Anyway, Festen was good, but not great. Everything was kinda over-done and over-blown (which is somewhat surprising, given the source material is a Dogme movie of the same name.) Anne thinks that's just the way theatre is these days--over-produced and lacking subtlety--but the show was a bit of a let down. Good, but not great.

Our seats however, were great. This whole showing up an hour beforehand for discount student prices is awesome. They give you the best available seats for 15 pounds. In this case, the best available seats were about six rows back, in the centre; basically, some of the best seats (save box seats, which I'm not entirely sure are better anyways).



After a post-show stop at McDonalds, we walked to Covent Garden in search of the Canadian Pub, which we found after not as much difficulty as expected (tho not without some aimless wandering). Called the Maple Leaf, it's very Canadian, in the cheesiest, clichest sense--but that's Canada, in a sense. I mean, the walls were all hockey and Blue Jays memorabilia, and hockey was on the TVs, which is pretty much how it is at home, too. The giant stuffed bear was a bit much, but pretty funny all the same. The beer selection wasn't great, with only Molson Dry, Moosehead and a previously untried Sleeman's variety being the only Canadian offerings.

The best part tho, much like the evening at the Canadian Embassy, was the voices. It's amazingly comforting to be surrounded by Canadian tones, instead of brit accents all the time. And, we (Anne and I) decided we could pick out which guys were Canadian and which were British (we decide a lot of things, and are rarely correct, however.) We decided that british guys are more stylish; they tended to be the ones in button up shirts and nice pants. Canadian guys tended towards jeans and t-shirts. So, Brit guys=stylish, Canadian guys=comfy. And that's enough blanket generalizations for one day...

Off-topic: Nat and Daorcey are here in less than a week! Woot!