People comment on how much energy I have. It surprises them that I can do as much as I do. I think part of it is that I keep going after I run out of energy - I can get by on willpower and fumes, and the willpower carries me on much longer than most people do. Good or bad, who knows.
At any rate, this weekend was a classic example of me doing ten times more than any normal human being. It started Thursday night, when I left work to go to ... Germany! My flight left late and by the time the slow PM train connections kicked in, it was 1:30AM when I finally got to my hotel at Bochum. The nice thing was that I made good progress reading a great new (to me) mystery series, "The Coroner's Lunch" by Colin Cotterill, during all of that flying time. But worn out I was.
The next morning (a mere 8 hours of sleep later), it was a German breakfast, a visit to the tea store, and then off to Dortmund, where we were going because, apparently, it was close. The churches and architecture weren't great (I think it was heavily bombed), but the "Dortmund U" museum had a pretty good collection, although the Fluxus art was exactly the kind of pretentious wank exedore hates. However; chocolate covered garden gnome!
After a lunch on the go, we went to the train station again, not to go back, but to go to Unna for the Light Museum. It's an old brewery with a bunch of custom installations in it (and some not so custom): my favorites were the James Turrell piece (the usual "room with white panel in back and changing array of colors) and the thing with the strobe-lit raindrops falling down in a curtain on both sides of a walkway. A lot of it was uninspired neon but ... overall it was a great museum.
Then we headed back to Bochum, had a short turnaround for dinner, and went out for the main event: Starlight Express at a custom-built theater. Yes, it was in German, yes, it was fun, like the Transformers meets Xanadu. But at the end of the night I was cream crackered, willing to pay for a taxi to save us the walk to the hotel (I didn't have 20 more minutes in my feet), and in bed ten minutes after we arrived.
The next morning exedore left early. I had more time but couldn't sleep much longer; it was sad as I didn't wind up getting to London until 4 PM but was really worn out for no good reason. And yet I went out, to see the musical Ordinary Days at Trafalgar Studios. I'd said I'd go dancing with lovelybug afterwards, but walking out of Charing Cross station I realized I probably would have benefited from skipping the play and went back home immediately after the show.
Sunday was chill out day at last. I was wanting to see people though, and got lucky as babysimon was up for lunch and came with a bonus trishpiglet, who gave me homemade cupcakes <3 . Then the three of us went shopping; bliss for me as I've been a solo shopper regularly for nearly a year now. I also had a wechslercat for dinner and Attenborough watching, so it was a good evening.
Last night meanwhile was the new Frankenstein production at the National Theater. They had two actors who were flat as pancakes, but a much bigger problem was the script. I'll do a full writeup today (I think), but I'm starting to agree with people who say it has no interval because they don't want to lose the audience. I suspect most of the people coming just want to see the TV star live, and, well, he does roll around naked for about the first ten minutes - but as the role is dual cast, I got the other guy. Ah well, at least I got to see a naked guy on Valentine's Day, so it wasn't a completely wasted evening and the company was good.