I went to London yesterday to see Mean Girls. Eh, I don't know. I'm not even a big fan of the movie to be honest, but I saw Georgina Castle perform World Burn on BBC's Big Night of Musicals and it intrigued me enough that I figured maybe I was overlooking it. After all, whether or not I like the movie doesn't always correlate - I love the musical of Heathers but don't particularly like the film, and I love the movie of Moulin Rouge but the stage musical is a mess. So you can't always tell! Heathers is probably the best comparison as both stories have essentially the exact same message to them, but Heathers does it better in my opinion but it probably does come down to personal taste. I found the humour of Mean Girls a bit too goofy and silly, more so than even the movie is. The last show I saw in London was Starlight Express which was also a silly, goofy time, but Mean Girls was so silly that Starlight Express seemed almost intellectual by comparison. And I think that's why I prefer Heathers, not only is it more my brand of humour but it also knows when to take itself seriously and have those heartfelt moments, which Mean Girls was lacking as it all felt very surface level and the characters were extremely one dimensional. I also straight up did not enjoy the music or lyrics, the melodies were barely distinguishable from one another and I really couldn't pull out a single song that stood out to me. It was okay and I'm not mad I saw it, but I also have no desire to ever see it again and it kind of confirmed to me that the current fascination musical theatre has with turning any and all movies into a musical regardless of whether it suits the plot is absolutely not for me and I hope it dies out soon.
I actually started my day at Kings Road, which isn't an area of London I've ever been to before despite it's fame. I had my heart set on going to Vivienne Westwood's World's End store though which sells exclusive items, as I was really hoping to splurge on a giant orb necklace. And I did!! It's a tiny shop and I'm not used to designer shopping so my anxiety was at an all time high of not knowing what to expect - am I allowed to just browse, will the staff by all up in my face, what am I supposed to say?? But it was fine and I felt really proud of myself to for doing it! I could have wimped out and emailed them to ship it to me (they don't have an online store, but you can email orders), but I really wanted to challenge my anxiety and force myself to just go and do it. The shop staff were very friendly and made small talk with me about my Labubu, but weren't pushy or overbearing in the slightest. And I got my orb! I've always wanted one of these necklaces ever since I started studying fashion at collage, they're iconic, and although it's something that's often counterfeited (which I disagree with on principle as an artist) the fakes cost into the triple figures anyway so at least having the real thing feels more of an investment than throwing my money away. I also got the dress I'd been eyeing up in Anthropologie last week.
I wore my thrifted Ganni dress as I knew I'd be looking in more bougie shops than usual so wanted to look the part, and also made the rookie error of wearing my new Doc Martens sandals with it 😖 They felt so comfortable out of the box and lulled me into a false sense of security. My feet are all cut up on the top, and covered in blisters on the sides and the sole, I can barely stand on them today! Even my slippers hurt! So I didn't get to wander round London as much as I usually would as I was in agony for much of it (even though I bought some socks and applied band aids). I'm going back at the end of the month though to see BabyMetal, so I'm not too mad. And I still did everything that I actually wanted to.
I'm exhausted today from it all though, and feeling very overwhelmed at the prospect of going to Copenhagen the day after tomorrow. I hope my feet heal quick so I can walk again by then!
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