Squats and Puppets Having Sex.

Well this was my decided day to get as much done as possible. I started by returning Kelly's key in this mysterious squat.

I, of course, got lost.



This was in yet another new part of town. Luckily, Kelly gave me the number of her neighbor. He came and met me and we walked back to the flats. This was interesting, because it was an entire 90+ flats squatted! The book I read when I left for this trip was about two girls investigating the squat scene in Europe... it was cool to finally see one in person.

I sat and had a cup of tea with Vobla (Finnish if I remember correctly) in his apartment thing. The key was returned easily - the apartment itself was nicer than expected! It was nice, but I had to go get the rest of my stuff done so after said tea I took off for the DLR.

Next on the list was delivering David's hoodie back, and look for my earring. Unfortunately my earring was not anywhere easy to find... but at least I got his sweater back! I hung out there for a few minutes and talked about Michael Jackson.

Soon enough I had to literally jet outta there, because I was going to a matinee at 5:30! I got there ten minutes before the show; just in time!



The show was a story unto it's own. There were songs like "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist", "The Internet is For Porn", etc. Puppets were indeed having sex on the stage (the actors were on stage too making the motions with their arms which made it even more funny!). It was hysterical!

Now for this next part I must digress and explain something. On one of my nights typing away on the internet I was talking to Chris, and he told me that one of his friends had moved to London. I had apparently partied briefly with the guy before too back in Vancouver. He connected us on Facebook, so after the Avenue Q show we met up to have some wine.

We went to this nifty wine place that still had a cellar type area with only candlelight. It was wayyyyyyy too hot to be inside though - we sat outside in the sun instead :) Turns out Steve was not only from Van; he's originally from Langley! What are the odds of meeting someone in London from Langley... craziness!

We ended up going to a real English pub afterward :) That was also good - this was followed by a giant greasy cheeseburger to combat the alcohol. Soon enough that made me tired and it was time to sleeeppzzz