from Wednesday, April9th of the year2008.
I’ve learned how to deal with London, I think; the basic strategy is the inverse of dealing with New York. In New York, you make as many appointments as humanly possible, run around like a crazy lady, and then descend into a fog at the end of the day. In London, you make one appointment per half-day, and Keep Calm and Carry On. The city does not reward those who rush! It punishes you with thirst, confusion, and apologies! I managed to avoid the guaranteed litany of apologies attendant to flying into the busted-ass Terminal 5 by calling up the airline and using miles to (a) change airlines to what they lingo-erotically called “My Codeshare” and (b) get myself bumped up into American Airlines’s new Chiropractorally-informed Business Class, where my chair reclined nearly flat and where I ill-advisedly watched the first nine minutes of a Nic Cage movie (National Treasure: Book of Secrets? Something something? Benjamin Franklin something something) before switching it to Júnó, which was actually kind of great. My doctor is suspicious of me, so, I am attempting to achieve international travel without Ambien; perhaps National Treasure is meant to be the multimedia equivalent?
I am reading, as is my wont, a whole new pile of mass-market books about autism. I think I have read most available novels that feature autism in any fashion, and am now working through all the available memoirs. There’s a new one out in England, called A Friend Like Henry by a woman called Nuala Gardner. While I don’t recommend it per se, it does have many many chapters of what it’s like to be British and try to navigate the healthcare system to get a diagnosis of autism. Good train reading.
I ate last night in what from the outside looked exactly like the restaurant Dressler in New York. It then later turned out to be sort of my vision of what happens if you give gay people £1,000,000, put them in an office chair, get them drunk, and spin them around until they’re dizzy. Then say, “decorate a restaurant!” Let’s just say that there was a statue with a boa on it, shirtless men on the business cards, and a surprisingly decadent burger. Highly recommended, if you go in for that sort of thing.