They say there are at least 300 theatre productions in progress at any given time in London. With that in mind, I try my best to partake in the theatrical splendors of the city. I almost always go for the student discounted a.k.a 'nose-bleeds'.. but sometimes my roommate, Susan scores me free tickets from our program when no one else wants to see that week's production. Last night I got to go with the group to see another Shakespeare play. This time it was the historical drama, Henry V. It was in a theatre that had once been an old train depot. Needless to say, it was a pretty nice venue. The tickets were all scattered around the room, so most of use weren't necessarily sitting together. That was o.k. though. The play started and I was impressed, but a little ashamed that I hadn't read the play before hand, so I had NO CLUE what was happening or what it was about. Old English is HARD to understand. I was generally entertained by the set, the costumes, and the cute male lead. Since violence is pretty universal, the fighting scenes were pretty cool too. I am really enjoying the theatre and pomp and circumstance that goes into that whole sub-culture. I love talking to the artsy theatre audiences and pretending to understand what Andrew Lloyd Webber was REALLY trying to say with that scene in act II. I love the cocktail bars and the ice cream at intermission. It's a culture, a lifestyle, that makes me feel a mixture of glamorous and intellectual, grown-up and sophisticated. It a world that I am happy to be an occasional visitor to.. because I fell asleep by the beginning of act II.