I can make that dream come true, too, aka for you.
Well, big news first:
I GOT THE LAMDA JOB. I was SO excited when Kavitha called and said she had some good news! I start Monday and I'm really excited for it. So many weird feelings: being excited to start a job, not (as of yet) being anxious over starting something new... Very strange.
So when I got that news I did a dance around the room and made some phone calls and then went into the city to wander a bit before settling in with a book at Pret to wait for Katie to get off work. We went to Gourmet Pizza Kitchen on the Southbank (nums) and then I said before we went our separate, slightly sickly ways, we had to go in search of a glass of champagne for toasting. We decided on the Terrace Cafe in the National, and I quite liked the irony (perhaps not irony but more of a 'fuck you') of celebrating my employment with LAMDA by drinking at the National. It would've only been better if I'd been cheers-ing IN the bookshop, but then we wouldn't have been hanging with the cute bartender. I like that bartender. You may remember him from such previous adventures at the National, including Sitting There for Several Hours Remembering Every TV Show From Our Childhood. He's a bit cheeky and has a bit of a lisp and despite some slightly dodgy hair, I think he's cute. Anyway. We had our little cheers and then headed home, just in time to catch The Palace, so all in all quite a lovely day! [Aside from the fact that I just found out Tom Quinn was at The Bank Job premiere, but whatever, I'm over it. Really.]
Today I slept late and then decided to go into the city just cuz I can't stand being in the house. I took the bus to Baker Street and walked down Marylebone High Street to Oxford Street and stopped in at H&M to see if I might find some new work clothes. I tried a bunch of stuff on but nothing was super outstanding so I left empty handed and continued towards Tottenham Court Road. Got some lunch at Pret and ate it in Covent Garden. Stu wasn't working and none of the other performers entertain me as much, so I had my lunch and went on my way. Briefly into Waterstones and then over to Leicester Square to see how the premiere was shaping up. Already at like 3:30 a massive do was shaping up, with a billion and two police officers and a special, sort of aquamarine carpet embroidered with "The Other Boleyn Girl". Now that they REALLY can't reuse, very wasteful. A pretty freaking ugly too; it's like they were told the embroidery would be really expensive and so they asked for the discount carpet in the color no one buys to even out the cost. Though a crowd had gathered, I couldn't be doing with all the standing and the people and the waiting, especially since I didn't have my camera and because if Eric Banadinovich didn't show up I would've stood there for Natalie Portman and ScarJo.
I decided to go have a tea back in 7 Dials and read some more of my book. It's quite interesting (I'm reading the anorexia one by the way), I'm almost done with it. Eventually I decided to head home with a quick stop by the premiere. I stepped out of Neros and saw a familiar bearded fellow, and so of course crossed the street super slyly to get a better look. And there was Othello, standing in the middle of the road, talking on his mobile. He was saying something like "...if they make the offer..."; must be working out his new employment since the show ends Saturday. I HATE when shows close; I was just getting into this whole passing-the-cast-on-the-street thing. He's quite short actually, and weirdly, that beard and longer hair look looks quite good out in the real world; he was looking very smart in jeans and a longish, wool-looking grey coat. When he was done with his phone call he went off to work, stopping to very very nicely sign some things for the few autograph hounds at the door. Ewan and Tom didn't show up in the time it took for me to walk back up the street, so perhaps they were already inside or maybe Chiwetel is just compulsive about punctuality. Let's be friends.
After that I went over to Leicester Square where things had kicked into high gear over the past few hours. There were torches up and down the aqua carpet but I couldn't see if my torch expert boyfriend was around to keep them in line. They'd already blocked off the good area and the closest I could get was by the Burger King several hundred yards away. People kept pretending they were going to the sectioned off restaurants and then standing closer and the bobbies managed to get them out of the way for awhile and then ultimately just said sod it. So essentially I was far, cold, annoyed, and after a bit, couldn't see a damn thing. Since I figured I wouldn't even KNOW if Eric Bana showed up, I decided to go catch the bus and head home. As I passed the back way down the square, I thought I might as well check that I couldn't get any closer on the other side of the carpet, and sort of scurried up the Hampshire Hotel side. And I ended up running right up to the barrier right as THE HULK was making his rounds!! He turned to pose and take a picture of himself with a fan (sooo cute!) and signed a few more autographs round the area and moved on. He looked smashing in a tuxedo and without that stupid facial hair he has in the movie. He is lovely. I wish the stupid power tripping security guards hadn't been standing in my way most of time time, but it was still pretty freaking awesome. I was like two feet away from him!
So, totally satisfied, I walked to Charring Cross to catch the bus. Watched Supersize vs. Superskinny and Mock The Week Again, and now I've got this Alan Yentob thing on in the background about self-help books. The Secret is the best-selling hardback after Harry Potter-- how wrong is THAT factoid?! HAHAHA, he's watching the dvd and is like "You're telling me that people take this seriously?" Good stuff.
I was watching The Girl With Eight Limbs earlier. Here are some MENTAL quotes:
"The extra arms and legs are those of a half formed conjoined twin with no head." THAT IS INSANE.
"A pressure sore has developed on the neck of the twin."
"Lakshmi has a heart, lungs, and one kidney. Her parasitic twin has one kidney and no other internal organs." Parasitic twins is such a gross term. It was a crazy show. Successful surgery though. There were these other conjoined twins they showed too, JOINED AT THE BRAIN. That is fucking nuts.
There's a really funny commercial with Mitchell and Webb for Comedy Thursdays on these days.
Mitchell laughs
Webb: What?
Mitchell: I was just thinking about how Thursdays are Funny.
Webb: Oh, ha. [Pause] My mum died on a Thursday.
Mitchell: Oh. Was that... funny?
Webb: Not funny ha ha
Mitchell: More funny-peculiar?
Webb: More like tragic-peculiar.
Mitchell: So Thursdays are... Tragic Peculiar.
Webb: That one was.
So that's about it then. Dunno what's on for tomorrow, depends on how well I'm feeling I suppose. I do need to go grocery shopping soon though, it's getting a bit dire. Hokey dokey. Ta now.