Monday, March 12, 2007

Move Over Helen Mirren, Mrs. H is in town


ok, so the proverbial seed and egg of my existence are visiting at the moment. tomorrow will be our last day in the luscious jackson city of london. then off to paris. i'll do a video when we get back, so all you get now is the words on the page. ya know we've done a pretty normal shtick so far: portobello market, shopping on regent street for new hi tops, the london eye, eating mussels and drinking belgium beer with whitney, seeing spamalot with my mother playing a small but clutch impromptu role. perhaps our last feat shall be the crux of my tale at the moment. i spent the day indoors finishing salman rushdie's book shame. i met up with my parents at dinner time where we took food at a fish place near the theatre. spamalot was really the only concession to a musical that i was going to make because let's face it, monty python inspired anything is going to be good especially when they too have embraced the song and dance routine for their entire career. the first act went swimmingly with my dad and i laughing at the funny things that we never forgot from the holy grail while my mom had to re-learn them all over again. as the play was drawing to a close i felt as if lady luck had sat right next to me. that my mother had transformed into a dame judy dench look alike ready to hit the silver screen. well my premonition was confirmed when king arthur's servant barreled down the isle with eyes set on the only mum i've ever(whom i'm sure they chose as the patsy before act I commenced). as the holofcener threesome sat with bated breath as to the hunched man's intentions he calmly said to janine holofcener, "excuse me love could you stand up". at that moment he threw the grail into her seat just to momentarily retreive it and hoist it like a big gold baby jesus. after returning to the stage, and sufficiently tricking my mother into thinking that the grail was there the whole time, he pondered whether my mother should be compensated for her help in their noble quest. the rag tag crew unanimously agreed that she should be paraded around stage and showered with awards of the most fictitious nature. my mother who is known for bad reactions to even the slightest interaction with celebrities sat dumbstruck. we all remember such great moments in her history like her feigned heart attack in the presence of sigourney "ripley" weaver while in aspen. luckily for edward and myself she pulled the part off without a hitch. she was the star. she had all the perfect attributes necessary to steal the show: a petite body structure, a terribly difficult surname to pronounce (especially on the tongue of a briton), a large black scarf which allowed for tasteful readjusting, and a face that doesn't get washed out in the bright white light assault that one encounters on the stage. of course after her second set of applause from a completely jealous crowd of tourists who "have worked to damn hard their whole life to have this woman get a polaroid picture with the entire cast on stage" she returned to her seat ready to talk about her experience, too bad the show wasn't quite over yet. after some polite shushing on my part we made it to the end in one piece and as we left the theatre my dad and i flanked mother just like we were the body guards and she was the queen (she received many kudos on the way out from those particularly in her demographic). as everything has been so far on this trip for miss nina the play was no different, it was part of the "best" experiences of her life. of course after doing the best at anything one is inevitably ready for a drink but i needed to finish my reading so i seperated from the giddy parent of two. thhis transmission shall continue after we get back from paris. hopefully i'll be enlisted to participate in an interpretive dance group show that involves the throwing of fecal matter. we all have dreams.

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