Borough Market: Sure, it was Curry.

Boroughs Market was nice. I feel I do not have much to say about this market as it was so crowded and I truly was just trying to navigate my way around the slow slow slow moving people, but I did enjoy the fun of having so many options to choose from. As a poor little woman with Celiac’s disease going to a market such as this was welcoming as my app said there were over ten stands and restaurants in there that had options for me. I chose to eat from a stand that sold curry and pad thai. I got chicken curry with spring onions, aloo (potatoes), jasmine rice, and lime. To be perfectly honest, this curry was bad. I ate about fifteen or so bites before I told myself to just stop. It tasted bad going in and I could not imagine what my tummy would have felt like if I had filled it with all that bad tasting curry. Curry is supposed to have spice to it, right? Well, this was the most bland curry I had ever been given. Watching them make it though looked so promising. All but the rice was cooked right in front of you in an iron skillet so I assumed the flavors would be pungent and tasteful, but I was sorely mistaken. I do not know why it had no flavor, perhaps for the masses of white people they are catering to I’m not sure. 

I did get the famous strawberries and chocolate which I mean how can you go wrong with that. The berries were delicious and juicy and the chocolate tasted about just like any melted chocolate you’ve ever tasted so I was happy to film my tummy with all the delectable goodness. Next to the strawberry stand there was a seafood stand that had all of their fish and squid and shrimp laid out in front of their kitchen for you to choose your meat. The squid they had dangling off the counter was ginormous! The smell, well it was smelling for sure; but that is expected. 

I did not see any performances while at Boroughs Market but that night we ventured onto the new Elizabeth line and went to see Punchdrunk: The Burnt City. I believe I entered into that experience with not the best headspace as I was running with Lily Bea and Molly to hunt for the lost wallet and was already quite anxious as I entered the black doors into the bar. I feel if I had known what I was walking into I would not have felt so unsafe and uncomfortable. interactive art while I can appreciate the idea is not my own cup of tea. Having control and autonomy in my own choices is something that I hold close to my own values and this experience threw all of that comfortability of control out the window. I entered late and followed a large group of people into the largest area of the warehouse and felt myself being confused and unsure of what I am supposed to be doing. Should I follow one actor or venture off to find new stories? I lost Molly within twenty minutes of being in the warehouse and was alone for the majority of my short stay of an hour and a half in Greece and Troy. I witnessed a virgin sacrifice. That was something. I saw naked men and women. That was also something. My American prudeness was ringing inside those walls. I have never seen another person’s naked body besides intimate partners and close friends so seeing a stranger strip and convulse while being drenched by a shower of water was just a lot coming at me at once. I can understand the beauty of this performance I truly can, but last night was just not the right day for me to experience something like that. 

When I finally saw a rainbow M&M fanny pack running through the darkness I felt like I had finally left hell and entered purgatory because holy hell, was I finally safe. Being with people I knew definitely eased the anxiety of being in there and I am glad I found the people I knew towards the end of my stay in the warehouse or else I do not know if I would have been able to find my way out. Overall yesterday was a 6/10. The day was beautiful and the moment when stressors were not present it was a great day! But I’d have to give my daily deductions to: -1 for Lily Bea having her wallet lost and knowing there was nothing we could presently do about it, -2 for Punchdrunk and how unsafe I felt, -.5 for the bland curry (Where da flavor!), and -.5 for my beautiful woman and bestie Alli Herman feeling sicky :(. But since I have spent so much time complaining in this blog post I should end it on a good note. I bought tickets for Heathers today. EEEEEK!!!!! This show was a part of shaping my love for theatre. Barrett Wilbert Weed was a young woman I could identify with when I was younger and I am so excited to see a show that she once got to give her heart to. :0