How could I leave London without catching a play? Common on. That would have been sacrilegious. So, I thought long and hard about what play I would invest in seeing. And, I went with a classic that I had yet to scratch off my bucket list. #thelionking
Don’t judge me. I made a nice night out of it. I may not have met the love of my life that night, but I fulfilled a dream and I saw Bonnie Wright walking down the street afterward. What can I say about the play? It was fantastic. Some of the cast members have social media accounts and actively post about their performances. I saved the playbook. It’s a must, of course.
The Lion King play at the Lyceum Theatre is almost identical to The Lion King the movie from Disney. I think audiences are definitely aware that they are not going to be surprised with last minute plot twists. Audiences attend to see this classic story in a new medium with a new perspective, a new lens. As all devoted theatre fans and attendees will say, there’s just something special about theatre audiences and the mode of storytelling that happens. It’s a unique sensory experience.
I went to my favorite restaurant in London at some point, Wahaca in Covent Garden. I could never say enough wonderful things about this place. Oof, my mouth waters just thinking about the food and margarita on the rocks with a salty rim. But, I also went to one of Gordon Ramsay’s Bar & Grill restaurants after watching the play. I had one of the burgers, fries, and a drink. Okay, I gotta say, I sent my compliments to the chef because it was genuinely really, really good. Expensive dining, but totally worth it.
Okay, I’m not on the The Crown bandwagon quite yet. (I’m more of an Outlander fan.) But, I had time before my flight out to NYC. So, I made a short stop at Kensington Palace. After sitting in on so many lessons about the British monarchy, I am not a huge fan of visiting royalty related locations. But, I made this decision, and I can very humbly state it was a huge mistake! Not worth it, and I wasted my time.
The gardens were nice. They are, however, very small. Nothing like the lush, ever-flowing sea of green and color you see at Versailles. They have a Princess Diana memorial garden. The shop is cute. There’s lots of cute, fancy British souvenirs. And, I wasted my time.
If I had chosen by the grace of God to give myself some extra time at the airport, I would have maybe been able to stop the inevitable. But, Portugal decided to become a little COVID-19 troll by having different requirements than the British and Americans for transfer flights. What a fucking mix-up and confusion!
Everything was set to go, when I was told that I could not board my flight because I did not meet Portuguese requirements for COVID. I almost threw a fit at the pasty, white cunt (excuse my French) that decided to play Bitch for the day. So, I missed my flight right at the boarding door, and I didn’t even get a refund. My worst nightmare and the biggest gift. I was stranded, and I was stranded at home in England.
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DANELY SEGOVIANO 