I made it to Picadilly Circus and somehow came out right at the Criterion. The cheap seats were all obstructed view, and I couldn't stomach 20 pound seats (which weren't even really all that good) when I could have had them for ten if only I'd bought earlier. I just felt broke, broke, broke.
And then I got lost. I could see a church down one street and a pillar with a statue on top town another, but I suddenly didn't know where I was and there was no A to Zed to save me. I started panicking. I was hit by that feeling I got in Japan when I thought I don't speak the language, I will never be able to eat anything, except it was I'm in a town I don't know, I'm stuck here, and I am incapable of getting around on my own because this is not my home.
I did find the A to Zed and oriented myself, but all the joy had gone out of my evening and all I wanted to do was NOT rush around, have some noodles and a cider, and call the night done (and cheap).
wechsler caught up with me at the TKTS office at Leiceister Square and didn't complain about the sudden change of plans. We went to Woo Sang for noodles (where I went to with robot_mel two weeks ago) and then walked back along my Path of Lost to a ship-themed pub (can't remember the name) for a pint and a chat. Then it was groceries and back to the flat. Woo, am I not living the life of great excitement? At any rate, it's 11 PM and I am, really and truly, calling it a night. 