Happy Easter!

Although I'll be enjoying my Easter Sunday before most of my readers have a chance to, I still hope all of yours' goes well.

On Friday I went with my wonderful Londoners (that's what we're calling the group these days) to Oxford Street, the shopping Mecca that I travelled to myself a few days earlier.  It was more enjoyable with friends, but also stressful, as we lost many members of the group on several occasions.  When your department store is 5 stories tall, and as wide as any JC Penny's or Elder Beerman's back in the states, it can be pretty difficult to keep track of everyone.

Later that evening I spent some time with professors Keith and Rachel, as well as some other students.  The next time you see Keith, be sure to mind where you place your prepositions.  Also, ask him about his Harvard joke.

Yesterday I took a solo trip to the British Museum.  Talk about a completely overwhelming place.  Imagine the two largest Smithsonians packed into one, and then some.  I spent nearly two hours there, and only saw part of the top floor.  I'll definitely be going back at least once or twice more.  The level of comprehensiveness they grant each civilization for each era in history was astounding.  I took photos of some of my favorite artifacts, and hopefully I'll have those up before long.

Last night I took the tube to a part of London called Angel with a couple friends.  Luke had found a free blues show at the King's Head Theatre, and Greg and I couldn't help but tag along.  With a name that incorporated "theatre" into it, we were expecting a moderately-sized, seated performance -- hopefully with a bar.  Instead, we found ourselves packed like sardines in a tiny pub, shoulder to shoulder with all sorts of amazing people.  Though we could hardly move to order a drink or go to the bathroom, the atmosphere was exactly what I needed, though certainly not what we expected.  The Big Girls Blues Band (the entertainment for the evening) advertised themselves pretty accurately;  they were eight strong, three of whom were female.  I'm still unsure how they managed to fit a drummer, two guitarists, a bassist, a saxophonist, and three singers on a "stage" no larger than my OU dorm room, but somehow they did, and they rocked the place.  Playing blues, funk, and soul standards, they had everyone in the pub dancing, shaking, and of course,  buying more drinks to fuel their aforementioned dancing.

I think I love this town.