still fairly boring retelling of weekend's events

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Continuing from where I left off…Sat. morning woke up to get an email from the french girls whom I had heard nothing from for two weeks since tentatively arranging the Brixton apartment. Google preview: “I’m so sorry…” Shit…I knew these girls were flaky.

My heart attack passes when I open the email and she apologizes for not getting in touch in the past couple weeks. Then it was play about on guitar for a few minutes with dad, and off to meet Zach and Sam, who were arriving from the world cup. Wandered about looking for a hostel for them, found one, went to the Design museum where there was an F1 exhibit. Dad, of course, was like an enthusiastic kid in a candy store.

We got back in time to catch the England/Portugal game, which again ended in dismay as the team I was cheering for lost. I wasn’t that heartbroken in the end – I had only decided mid-way that I’d rather listen to a week more of ‘how England will win’ stories than a several days of moaning about a loss.

And finally, in the evening we went to the Roger Waters/Nick Mason (half of Pink Floyd) concert in Hyde park. Because of my stellar directioning ability we did a couple laps around the concert before finally getting our tickets and running in to opening notes of “Is there anybody out there?“. Absolutely fantastic two-set show, the first one covering range of songs from Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun to Final Cut and Amused to Dead (lots of anti-war sentiment). Then there was the entirety of the Dark Side of the Moon in the summer twilight…awesome. Then an encore ending with Comfortably Numb.

In the mean time, France won their game against Brazil. Figures, the one time a team I’m cheering for wins, I’m not there to see it.

Sunday was more relaxed. Went to some bookstores and cafes with dad, then in the evening to catch some nu-folk band at a bar with dad, zach and sam. In between had dinner at this very strange planned community housing project called the Barbican. Look it up. Hideously ugly from the outside (think mather at Harvard or evans at Andover) but interesting designs only marginally ugly from the inside. As Zach said, it looked like one of those sci-fi shots of the metropolis of the future, except in cement instead of steel and glass.