Good grief, I've got a temper on me tonight. Too many variables, too much to think about, too many egomaniacs around me and too little clarity about what on earth I want to do with myself this coming year. I found out M was going on some enlightenment intensive course this weekend to try to find himself, but I think I'll go for the simple escapism option instead. Seems easier and a whole lot more enjoyable.
So to that end I am going to book tickets to see Tango Por Dos again. It's on at the Peacock till the end of Feb, and is quite possibly the most sexy, life-assuring, uplifting piece of dance I've ever seen. It's funny, I thought of it for the first time in ages on Saturday, as S and I watched the finale (from separate parts of the room, of course) at the Masque of the Red Death and I was remembering how much I love dance. And then there I was this morning, picking up a coffee, when I saw a flyer suggesting the show is on again. Bring it on. I'm there.
I am also deeply excited about a delicious weekend escape from London at the end of Feb. Alistair Sawday may be a bit weird, and a little too chatty for my liking (if I'm staying somewhere I'm not necessarily looking for some new best friends in the owners) ((god that makes me sound horrible. it's my mood. forgive me)) - but whatever, it's thanks to him that we found the amazing looking Pump House in Suffolk, complete with telescope, stream and starry skies. Can't wait.
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