ME: Thinks plays are lame. Thinks symphonies are boring. HATES HATES HATES musicals. I guess you could say, I am a typical 23 year old teenager.
TAYLOR: Thinks plays are cool, especially Shakespeare. Thinks symphonies are entertaining. Doesn't really mind musicals. Reads textbooks for leisure. Nerd.
So last week, Taylor begged me to go with him to some Shakespeare play. And I was like, FINE. The play was Antony and Cleopatra. So we go and it's outside on a rooftop amphitheater, which I admit is kinda cool. It was rainy and I was hungry. And I was surprising not as miserable as I thought I would be considering all circumstances. So I was sitting there, completely content in my poncho when the music started and all of these people came out yelling wearing masks and dancing, and I was like, am I at a The Sound of Animals Fighting concert? Then this guy (Antony) stands up and I notice he's wearing high heels. So the entire time first 20 minutes of the play, I am like, "WHAT'S WITH THE HIGH HEELS?" That's all I could focus on. It just didn't seem relevant to the play. It still doesn't. And the guy was dancing in them. I can't even dance in heels. I was confused and impressed. Anyway, it started raining really hard and the play was stopped mid scene to relocate inside. LONG story short, the play ended up being pretty good. But the end seemed to drag on forever. Nobody tell Shakespeare I critiqued his play. Here's a promo video I found:
In other news, so far we have created a ritual of traveling around the country on the weekends.
WEEKEND 1: Oxford
WEEKEND 2: London
WEEKEND 3: BATH
WEEKEND 4: Cardiff, Wales
Going to Wales was completely spontaneous and we left at about 5:45 PM on Saturday.
"Let's go get dinner in another country!"
What I like most, surprisingly, are the car rides. I think it's really great to spend time with my husband in the car. We always find something to talk and laugh about. We agree on lots of music, so there's never much of a fuss about that. Taylor tells me to look at how cool the sky is about 100 times. I yell something unintelligible in my southern accent and he laughs. It's fun. But I've always felt that way about riding in the car with him.
ANYWAY, so we drive over the bridge into Wales, and I start to notice a strange language and I am like, "What? They speak another language here?" Which in itself just makes me cringe at how stupid it sounds. But Taylor informed me that they speak Welsh, in Wales. Good to know.
So we're driving around for what seems like forever, following signs to Cardiff Bay, not really knowing what Cardiff Bay will hold but when we get there we see lights and hear music, and we even see a carousel. So Taylor immediately names this place PARTY CENTRAL, obviously.
We went and had burgers for dinner, my first time eating beef since we've been here. Then had ice cream. And then some how Taylor talked me into riding the merry-go-round. So we did that. Stopped at the grocery store. And then we went home, like no big deal. We just went to Wales for a couple of hours. Since our stay was so short, we didn't get very many pictures. Except with our phones. So here's some pictures I tried to make look decent.

homeless looking girl.
This is too obscene to talk about.
I was pretty amused about this ketchup bottle.
Typical Taylor face at dinner.
Lay off me I'm eating ice cream.
MONKEY NUTZ!!






1 comment:
Pfhhh. I like how "Monkey Nuts" was the first phrase in the title -- to get the reader's attention or something. But you didn't even mention them until the very end! Tricky. :)
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