We finished up our first night in London with pizza and wine along the Thames. The next day it was off to Buckingham Palace. With all those perfect date clothes we packed we were going to do our best to meet a prince. Lucky for us August & September are the two months of the year Buckingham Palace opens up the state rooms to the public, Prince William here we come. The palace was only about a five minute walk from our hotel and we planned our arrival to coincide with the changing of the guard. Talk about pomp and circumstance, it took nearly an hour for the band to march in, the soldiers to pace back and forth, and the guard to finally change. In the meantime, there were people everywhere, the pushing and shoving type of people. By the time the guard finally did change I was ready to get the hell out of Dodge.
Like many tourist destinations these days, the tour of Buckingham Palace was self-guided using a pre-recorded audio guide. I enjoyed it, and I think the girls did too. It was pretty neat walking down the same corridors official Royal guests use. I especially enjoyed the ballroom and hearing how the crystal chandeliers are on a pulley system so they can be lowered to ground level once a year and meticulously cleaned. I’m ju
st glad it’s not my job.
Buckingham Palace left us rather hungry—hell I was starving—and we immediately began our search for lunch. After three days in England, the girls were already showing fatigue for English food. I was also learning that, even though they didn’t always say they were hungry, it was best to keep them fed and watered at regular intervals to keep morale high. We walked back towards our hotel and, wanting to avoid a long drawn out decision making process and general crabbiness (myself included), I ducked into the first pub we came to—much like the one we ate at the day before. In fact, it was so much like the one from the day before that the menu was exactly the same. The girls made it clear they did not want the EXACT same food as yesterday. That’s almost a direct quote. We walked half a block back the way we came and settled into a nice little Italian restaurant—where the girls ordered pizza. At least it wasn’t the EXACT same food as the previous day…this time I ordered beer instead of wine.
We had tickets for the presentation of Wicked that evening at the Apollo Theatre, conveniently located across the street from our glorious hotel (as was the bus station, if I didn’t already mention that). After lunch the girls went back to the hotel to rest up and get ready for the evening out. I took the opportunity to do some unencumbered sightseeing and went to Trafalgar Square, the Portrait Museum, and Big Ben. When I got back to the hotel I had just enough time to freshen up and hit the pub for a pint before meeting the girls at the theater.
It turned out to be a lovely evening out at the theater. Wicked is the untold story of the two witches from the Wizard of Oz, Glinda and Elphaba. The story is superb and the performances that evening were spot on, even though I was a bit disappointed with the music. It didn’t have that flowing musical euphoria that has you humming the tunes the next day. There was also no euphoria—or anything else—in the $8 ice cream we bought at intermission. Just the Big Smoke whispering more sweet nothings in my ear.
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