Well, we had a brilliant day ... letting tonyawinter sleep off her cold back at our flat. We headed out to meet silkyraven at the Serpentine while Tonya tried to get her dizziness to go away, but when we checked in with Tonya an hour late, she just couldn't get the oomph to leave the apartment. So off we scuttled to the Ignite Festival at Covent Garden, which silkyraven was completely willing to go see in place of the Leighton House. We arrived just in time to watch Wayne McGregor's Random Dance company do a new piece ("Proprius"), which I was actually very excited to see. It had school kids performing alongside the adult performers and I really enjoyed it (the sunny weather and the outdoor location probably contributed to my good feelings). Afterwards we went in to look at the various installation pieces, sadly missing on the "interactive" art of the overpopulated Green and Black chocolate tasting (*sniff*).
All of this looking and doing made us hungry, so the three of us went to Wahaca for a yummy lunch. As we sat, I realized ... I was pretty darned beat. Yeah, I went out and did, but that didn't change the fact that I have a cold, and I'd apparently used up all of my energy for the day. So we called it a night (er, afternoon) and headed back to Putney, where I promptly fell asleep.
Now it's 9:30 and wechsler is over. We've all had the spaghetti and meatballs shadowdaddy made for us, and I think we may be playing some Ticket to Ride in a bit. It's a bit sad to be staying home on a Saturday night, but, you know, with three of the four of us dealing with a cold right now, all in all I think it's not such a bad thing. I mean, hey, at least we've got each other for company, right?