staying in and going out

Last night was the most american July 4th I've had since, er, that time I spent it in San Francisco.  Although, we were in the British Museum drinking beer and eating hot dogs this time rather than watching fireworks light up the low lying cloud cover.

It was all designed around their American Scene prints exhibition, which I wanted to see for the Hopper prints originally.  And, yep, they were fab (Night on the El Train is either cute or creepily distubing, and I'm leaning towards disturbing right now) as usual, but then I found the Martin Lewis drypoints. *sigh*  Amazing. Saturday's Children gave me goosebumps.

The place was chocka full of Americans, obviously, and I sat on the steps waiting for someone and had a weird sense of flashback to being a tourist over there. And dear god I'd like to be back there this year.  Instead there's a whole Australia thing to not look forward to, come November... gah!

I already watched the House finale this week, and tonight was Dr Who and I'm feeling a little emotionally wrung out now, dammit.

( spoilery trauma  )

Hmm.  Turns out having two glasses of red wine instead of dinner wasn't the wisest thing to do tonight after all...