What Celebrity Do We Look Like?

So again, here I sit with people asking me... "Caitlin, when are you going to post your next blog?!"

Regardless if they are just trying to be nice or not, for those of you who pretend to like to read From London With Love: an update has arrived!

I just arrived "home" from Amsterdam, and wow. That is all I have to say about that!

Ok I will say more in a little bit, but let me get you up to date with my life before our adventures in Amsterdam.

Last blog I focused on my classes, teachers, and group members. A boring subject indeed. Let me now refocus our attention on my social life.

I will begin with some recent adventures. This will include an epic night at "Club De Fromage," and "Roadhouse" and rounding off our week with a performance at the Circle Theatre titled "Warhorse."

"Club De Fromage" (translates to "The Cheese Club")

Quite a night to say the least! We overheard about this club through word of mouth and proceeded to do some research online. Turns out it is basically a giant theme party held every weekend. The weekend we went turned out to be 80's night! I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming when I heard this!

So we grabbed our leather spandex, leg warmers and gaudy sunglasses and hit the streets. After what felt like walking for 33.56 miles in heels and a Stella in hand, we find ourselves...lost. Yep no club to be found. Thankfully we found some very "confused" guys on the street who pointed us in the right direction planning to meet up with us later. Meet up with us they did. But first let me tell you about our friends we met once inside the club.

There were 3 older gentlemen (big surprise), who came up and the first thing said to us was, "what celebrities do we look like." Oh nooo. This cannot end well because one was on the heftier side, while one looked like he may have had one too many coffees that day, and the third having a blank stare on his face that screamed I am near unconsciousness. But we wanted to humor them and proceeded to tell them they looked like George Clooney (coffee man), David Beckham (Hefty Man), and Johnny Depp (unconscious man). They seemed to enjoy this compliment and our next set of drinks was on them! Perfect.

Well as we were jamming to some Queen, Poison, and Madonna; our friends from the street showed up. They were fun to hang around, but soon turned extremely awkward when one of them turned to TK and goes, "You smell like chicken." he proceeds to "nibble" her neck and goes, "You taste like Chicken too!" (turns to me) "Your friend tastes like chicken!" Needless to say we made new best friends.

Mind you while all of this was going on, the club owner was on stage dancing with a pillow tucked into his business suit with Tom Cruise Risky Business sunglasses in place. His backup dancers stood behind him... they consisted of a dressed up tranny, neon dressed "asian" man in a leotard, and a girl named peppermill who were jumping through hoops and playing air guitars. Epic.

So eventually we left and made the trek home, and by Trek home I mean I could not walk due to the blister growing on my blister on my foot and we took the night buses. Fantastic.

"Roadhouse"

Well we heard about this place on our pub crawl and decided to venture out to Covent Garden again to check it out. We were planning on getting a fishbowl but soon discovered that we arrived too late for this. Oh nooooo. But no worries, they had a live band! AND I discovered the most fantastic invention of my life! It was a sink, soap dispenser, and hand dryer all in one! Talk about Amazing! Heaven forbid I wash my hands, add my own soap, and grab a paper towel or two, but no. I kid you not, I was amazed beyond belief.

After overcoming my happiness of finding the most amazing thing since sliced bread, we hit the dance floor... aka the "try to not get lost in the massive crowd of people all trying to dance in a space much to small for all of us to do our thing" dance floor. But it turned out just fine because the band played cover songs ranging from the Beatles to Kings of Leon!

Well, the band decided to take a break and so did we, so we went and made friends at the bar. Again, ranging in ages roughly 25-30 years of age. They turned out to be extremely nice though! One was a short little bald man named Jason. Another was a very large, almost giant-esque man who had a liking for TK. His name was Sam. Sam enjoyed wearing see through V-necks and poorly gelled man bangs. Needless to say getting a nice view of his nipples all night made the night fantastic in itself. Finally though we had Aiden; cute little quiet Aiden. Very kind indeed, but I think that is only because he said 6 words the whole night. No worries, Drinks were on them yet again!

Always good to make friends too, because after our break we went back on the floor where we found ourselves quickly immersed by a bunch of boys from Argentina. Man oh man Argentina. They sure can dance. Wow. But soon it became a little too much... Thankfully we had V-Neck man and bald man with wingman Aiden to come and save us.

Again another fantastic night! But soon we headed out and took the night buses where a man turned around in his seat and goes, "Americans? I can hear the accent." Hmmm good or bad? Well regardless we had a fantastic conversation with him and an invitation to meet up with him sometime for some drinks. Why people are so intrigued by Americans is beyond me? But it is so wonderful to have so many people be so welcoming!

Only one more topic now before I get to Amsterdam! How Excited are you?! Well settle. This next one is pretty lame, I will be the first to admit... but an experience none the less!

"Warhorse"

A play about a boy and his love for his horse Joey. Yep that is it. I know right? Pretty Lame. But hey, I gave you forewarning.

But I will go a little deeper for you... in case any of you really care.

So it begins with a boy and a man singing to his violin. But don't be fooled; he actually has no part in the play itself. Just a random man who came on stage during transitions and sang a little tune. But moving on, the boy's father was a drunk who accidentally bought a horse with money he didn't have. Well the boy decided he loved the horse and would raise it. Turns out though that the father trades in the horse to the Army to be used in War for money. This is unfortunate for the boy to say the least. So he illegaly joins the army since he was only "16" and goes on a quest to find his horse.

Throughout the play we see two stories; one of Joey (the horse), and one of the boy looking for the horse. Spoiler alert: the boy finds the horse and saves Joey from a near execution through the use of his secret whistle that only Joey knew and responded too. All while the boy was blind and partially deaf due to tear gas. A tear jerker to say the least!

The most intriguing part of the play was the horse itself. It was as giant puppet! I know you are all sitting there thinking... "Caitlin. How can you have a giant puppet horse? What kind of puppet, like Snuffalufagus from Sesame Street kind of puppet?" But no... it was a "puppet" manned by three people where one worked the head, one had the feet, and the other had the rear. All three worked to control this giant piece of "machinery," and I have never seen something that seemed so real! The mannerisms were all there, along with all the noises of a horse, and the movements. They had this down to a science! It was unbelievable!! So all in all, I did enjoy "Warhorse" being the drama nerd that I am.

Well this post is getting long... and I also realized I may have used "quotations" a bit too often. Well no worries. They are all put to good use as emphasis.

But be prepared because I will actually write about Amsterdam in my next blog! Get ready! It's a doozy!