A bit ago the stars aligned (well, the stars and our wanderlust and an airline sale and our last spring break all together and a--knock on wood--nice tax return) and we rather spontaneously decided to go on an adventure next week over spring break. Not just any old adventure but the Queen of All Adventures. A royal adventure. I can hardly stand it, I AM SO EXCITED. If I were a cool, been-there-done-that kind of blogger I would wait and tell you once we already landed (oh by the way, we're abroad this week). But (clearly) international woman of mystery I am not.*
London, here we come! I've been waiting 20+ years to share my favorite city with my kids. It gives me happy chills just thinking about it.
Yesterday I was checking into tickets at the Globe Theatre (eep!) and, as I filled out the information form here were the choices for "title":
- Mr
- Mrs
- Miss
- Ms
- Dr
- Sir
- Lord
- Lady
- Dame
- Prof
- Air Commodore
- Baroness
- Brigadier
- Canon
- Capt
- Cmdr
- Colonel
- Count
- Countess
- Judge
- Lt
- Madame
- Marquess
- Prince
- Princess
- Rev
- Bishop
- Duke
- Viscount
- Viscountess
All of the above, please? Not in Kansas any more, I guess! I'm no fan of insults and put-downs but perhaps a little Shakespearean insult training (e.g., Thou spleeny rough-hewn dewberry!) wouldn't hurt in the name of cultural understanding and Hamlet prep?
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*I am so lacking in mystery that a quick glance back through the last few posts reveal mentions of: Upstairs Downstairs (British), a quote by Winston Churchill (ditto), a letter to BBC's Blue Peter (yes, again), and a clip of Les Mis (yup).
