We did make plans for the evening, however. Six of the eight of us went out for pho - the Vietnamese noodle soup. The menu tells you to pronounce it like "fur" which was extremely confusing until we realized that the Brits drop the 'r' sound. I enjoyed my soup a lot; I am sure we will be back. I really like that area in Islington. I don't actually know the street, but it is a densely restauranted area. It also is home to a froyo place called Snog, which I need to visit ASAP.
The plan was to go see 12 Years a Slave right after dinner, but we arrived at the movie theatre and the showing was sold out! Here is where I get to tell you about how absolutely insane this theatre was. First of all, there were small aisles of candy selections and a Ben and Jerry's at the concessions bar.
I would like to propose a 28th amendment to the Constitution of the United States that requires all movie theatres in the country to offer a selection of Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
Sara - The Self Appointed US Secretary of Ice Cream
OK. The snacks all looked great, but that was not all. There were touch screen machines that allowed you to purchase tickets in a self-serve manner. You can purchase tickets for "today" or in advance. Once you choose the show and the showtime, you can select your seats based on a floor plan of the theatre. Unlike America, the better seats cost an additional charge. It is kind of a crappy system, but it also allows you an opportunity to reserve good seats for a particularly exciting movie or hot date.
Anyhow, with the first movie sold out and only scattered seats available for American Hustle, we dragged our sorry, boring butts back to Nido to veg out and look over our monologues for Monday like the good students that we are. And that, my friends, is the story of my crazy, wild first Saturday night in a country in which I am legally allowed to consume alcohol. *See, with an ending like that it sounds like a good story*