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Searching for a blackbird.

Supper Bummer!
I have never felt like a such a teenaged girl in my entire life. My hopes and dreams hang on the ringing sound of a phone. When I woke up yesterday I didn't notice Tom's UK cell phone wasn't plugged in or on until close to 8am. I plugged it in and a little after nine and turned it on. It promptly shut itself of again. I was waiting for a phone call from et_blackbird after 9AM and was hoping to be hanging out with him by 10. When 10AM rolled around I was still waiting for the phone call, Tom's phone was still not working and I was waiting in front of the hotel reading one of my Naomi Nash books in case Derek happened to show up. Wendi came running out around 10:15, "He's on the phone!"

I finally got to talk to Derek, He was now in Germany but wasn't sure when he was going to getting into London. He couldn't get through to Tom's phone and had been calling the hotel for hours and they hadn't been answering. He called another hotel to have them fax my hotel and tell them there phones weren't working. Eventually he was able to get through.

(The phone just rang and it wasn't the one I was waiting for, Damn! And of course the phone crapped out on Tom after 10 seconds!)

Derek and I talked for about 15 minutes and he must have really racked up some serious charges on his cell phone. If I was smart I would have gotten his number. He said he would call me when he got into London and was hopeful that he could get here by 7pm. Every time I checked with the front desk there was no message. Once Tom's Phone started to work again I found out Tom had given me the wrong number, thus Derek had the wrong number! All this hassle could have been avoided if I had given Derek the right number! Erg! It's 7:39PM on Sunday and I still haven't heard From Derek. I hope he is alright, I also hope he is able to get to London in time for his Dr's appointment. I really hope I get to meet him even it it is for a few hours.

I've taken Wendi on a whirlwind tour of London. So far we have done...

• Portobello Market in Notting Hill- Wendi was happy to take pictures of the bookstore from the movie. I've never seen the movie Notting Hill.
• Big Ben and parliament (almost as cool as when George Clinton was with Parliament)
• Westminster Abbey- it had closed at 1pm and won't reopen until Tuesday so we couldn't go in side (Wendi made a sad face picture)
• The horse guards- Such a boring and long inspection that I Wendi and I now use horse guard as code for Board as Hell!
• Buckingham Palace and the Victoria monument- lots of pictures were taken but Wendi was unimpressed with the palace. (on our return to London I would see a program naming the biggest eyesore in London)
• The London eye- We were happy to be able to sit down.
• The Tate- We spent a good twenty minutes trying to figure out why Joseph Boyes' "Lightning strike with stag" or something like that. After a good fifteen minutes of listening to the audio tour about the piece I couldn't handle it anymore. It was just too much for me to appreciate. Having to know that an ironing board is supposed to be a stag and concrete turds are supposed to be creatures the stag has brought to see the lightning strike which is a metal waterfall hanging from an steel girder. Even after knowing all that I was still wondering why, and if a "nobody" did this would it still be art because it looked like crap to me!
• Wine, Lasagna and ham filled dough balls at the Gourmet Pizza Company.

• Kensington Palace- Wendi "at least it's nicer looking than Buckingham Palace!"
• Hyde park- Wendi attacked by birds on this two plus hour walk. her total fear of birds is amusing to all.
• Prince Albert Monument- yup him and no there there weren't any that I could see.
• The Princes Di memorial fountain- under construction. Shooties!
• Speakers corner- Crazy people talking about religion. Wendi realizes if we just sat there and wrote down what people said, we could make a fortune in the T-shirt business. "Drink Beer, Fuck Fear!", "It doesn't matter, I'm wearing asbestos underwear." which brought the repsponse , "You must be constipated."
• Camden market, amazingly none of us bought anything.
• Lester and Piccadilly square
•Tea and Deserts in Soho.
• Oxford Circus
Double Decker bus ride back to our hotel
• Tapas at Galicia, I ate Squid in Ink!

Sadly the only blackbirds I would see would be the huge ravens at the Tower Of London on Monday.

Mr. Brightside (Jacques Lu Cont's Thin White Duke Mix) - The Killers - Mr. Brightside (Jacques Lu Cont's Thin White Duke Mix) - Single


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Mar. 24th, 2005 03:50 pm (UTC)
You guys fit a lot of stuff in. That is great. I hate going some place and then having to wait for people to figure out what they want to do. I usually then head off by myself.

I hope you got to meet Derek.


Mar. 24th, 2005 04:35 pm (UTC)
Ever since seeing the movie Notting Hill, I've been dying to go visit--

--take lots of pictures!
Mar. 24th, 2005 08:26 pm (UTC)
Yes, I knew you would be hooked on this song. I'm still listening to it myself. Although, I'm slowly becoming obsessed with my Embrace CD.
Mar. 25th, 2005 12:46 am (UTC)
I'm trying to find an image of that Joeseph Boyes painting you mentioned but i caan't.Having to know that an ironing board is supposed to be a stag and concrete turds are supposed to be creatures the stag has brought to see the lightning strike which is a metal waterfall hanging from an steel girder. Even after knowing all that I was still wondering why, and if a "nobody" did this would it still be art because it looked like crap to me!
That's simply priceless!
Mar. 25th, 2005 01:03 am (UTC)
it was actually a sculpture installation piece that took up a giant room.
Mar. 25th, 2005 01:43 am (UTC)
No wonder it wasn't in any of their collections (the online surfible one that is) also makes your turned stomach much more understandable as you don't strike me as a philistine.
Mar. 25th, 2005 06:25 pm (UTC)
the turds
i am not a fan of modern art. but, like eric, i tried, i really tried, to appreciate it. but that stag and lightening...boy oh boy. there's nothing to appreciate there, except the amazing likeness of poo! really, looked like a whole floor had been met by the dogs of Paris, and yet we were in London. my oh my. even our friends who like modern art, didn't like or appreciate that piece. piece of poo that is. :)
Mar. 25th, 2005 07:33 pm (UTC)
sooo did the blackbird fly away home?
What happened to your friend Derek? Was he stuck in Germany? Did he make it to London? Did our paths cross? I hope all is well. After looking around at various posts, now I'm sad we didn't get to meet him. And that's not just because he said I'm a gem...well, maybe it is. No, really, he seems nice. And most of all Eric wanted to meet him soooo bad. Maybe next time. Or in Texas or who knows...Poland?!
Apr. 1st, 2005 12:10 am (UTC)
Re: sooo did the blackbird fly away home?
So I tried to leave this comment on your journal but it said I wasn't your friend so I went right to monkey and said what happened and then he said the same thing happened to him!! Here it is:
You are amazing... I was at your birthday party ....remember? I think I saw Paris and someone else in the hall. Was that really in Hollywood- I thought I was in your apartment for a while but then I noticed there was no stove and the fridge talked ....or something like that....anyway It's what I imagine your apratment would be if I ever went there (maybe soon, huh?)Lot's of cute boys - wait I was one of those boys, right? - I'm still confused. Anyway, lets do lunch!
Apr. 1st, 2005 12:16 am (UTC)
Re: sooo did the blackbird fly away home?
Ahh, we can't comment in your LJ because you made it so only friends can comment. Lanny said he feels dissed because LJ said you were not friends with him! Poor traylordean!
Apr. 1st, 2005 12:29 am (UTC)
Re: sooo did the blackbird fly away home?
here is the comment I was try to leave. I'm sure once you have it setup you will just be able to do it and not have to mess with this new fangled technology. maybe David could help... I could point him to all the porn on LJ if he does help you! Anyway here is the comment:

Thank you so much! Much YAYness! I don’t know what you are talking about though. The first entry is always a bit weird. It’s always a bit awkward, mine was pretty lame too. I think you could have a really great journal. You are one of the BEST story tellers I have ever met. I think quite a bit of the compliments I get on my storytelling comes from things I’ve learned from you. It would be great to have access to your stories at a moments notice... I am always telling people about your stories and when I tell them I fuck them up. No one can tell them as good as you.

A few stories you could pixelate:
Detective Wendi and her friend’s cheating mother.
Puke and medication
Brazil (don’t forget your toothbrush)
London tower hates me, Paris loves me!
What is that horrible noise? I think it’s Eric.
Phil and Carlos
Phinny getting you into a cult
Phinny getting you into the Music of Mexico!
Phinny getting you into random trouble... There has to be more stories... Does a day go by where you don’t say... “Oh, damn you PHINNYY!”
pick any random party and you have an entry whether it's $5 or drunken virgina wolf... there is a story.

Love ya,
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