"How will I know it happened if I don't get a picture of it?"

Stella's flat!

...I'm a smartass about the non-disclosure agreement I have to sign today. But yesterday...

Do or be. Today I be. I be gardening, I be cleaning, and I be listening to new age self help all the while. WHY am I listening to two hours of self help videos on vacation? 

I don't really ask myself this question until a couple of hours later when I'm feeling restless, lost and pissy. It's not only because I'm literally lost for the hundredth time, but the self help hoo hah has me in my head. I force myself to process instead of eating chocolate because Self Help. 

gardening: after

My conclusion: I'm compulsive about clicking on self help videos because I can always be better. But really? There's not much better than Vacation Bianca, so screw self help. 

gardening: before

I'm sorry Vacation B, that was a dumb thing to do to us today. We have tea, scones, and clotted cream with a family friend at Harrod's and feel much better. Harrod's, by the way? Go. I'm not a shopper and I still found it to be a badass spectacle. And their tea is served on beautiful china sets, so all the better. 

Wicked stage, pre-show

Harrod's tea loveliness

And for tonight, Wicked. I bought the ticket on a whim. I've already seen it and have the soundtrack memorized, but I got myself a ticket anyway and I'm so happy I did. 

The two sides of the same coin relationship dynamic is my favorite favorite and one that really moves me. The first time I saw Wicked I was so overcome by the ladies' relationship, I wanted to cry throughout but I was watching it with a crush and I didn't want to be weird. That night I held in everything I was feeling. (Bad Bianca!) Tonight I let myself cry. And cry and cry. Racking body sobs is closer to what was happening. It was WONDERFUL. 

Wicked Elixir Bar in the Apollo!!

I find out during intermission that I've been cleared to go to set with Stella the early following morning, so I don't blog. Which bring us to...Today! (Thursday)

Have I mentioned Stella is on a Star Wars movie? She is. It's incredible and I'm so proud of her. 

Her driver (!) picks us up and gets us to set before 7am. I take my picture for my temporary ID and sign a non-disclosure agreement. I don't read it, but I'm assuming I can't talk about anything and I certainly don't take any pictures. I think generals are okay, though. 

best hot chocolate I've
EVER had at Paul A Young

Generally, I'm BLOWN AWAY to be on a Star Wars set. The crew is lovely, the directors are awesome, Stella is obviously amazing and everything about it makes me miss being on set. Still, I take off around lunchtime to run some errands to prepare for our Madrid trip. 

OUR MADRID TRIP! It feels like fiction to think that we'll be in Madrid in less than 24 hours. 

One of my errands is watching Fast & Furious 8, as they're calling it here in London. I don't know why they're not using "The Fate of the Furious" other than it's a terrible title, but that's probably not the reason. I love everything about F&F8, from top to bottom, inside and out. I laugh, I cry, I dance in my seat to the soundtrack and I bob and weave as Michelle Rodriguez drives because I IDOLIZE HER AND WOULD FREAKY FRIDAY WITH HER ANYTIME. My only complaint is I wish MR had more fight scenes. My love for the F&F franchise isn't a guilty pleasure, it's a shameless joy I cherish. 

Next stop, Madrid!!!

such a badass