James McAvoy as 70’s era Professor X for X-Men Days of Future Past.
haha wow okay then charles
honey you’re a hot mess
While somewhat horrifying, this makes me really hopeful that we’ll get to see Charles struggle with his new life. Can’t wait to see how he goes from clean cut, perfectly coiffed hair, and three-piece suits to this. :D
Random thought after seeing Macbeth yesterday: If James is flying out straightaway for DOFP, given his Macbeth hair, does that mean they’re doing already-bald Charles? Because his hair now is much shorter than Charles’s lovely floppy ‘do, and I can’t imagine that, given the…
Oh phew, I hope so! I didn’t even think about that (when I think “hair extensions” my mind immediately conjures long, not-quite-matching, tacky ones—sometimes I forget proper ones exist)!
Random thought after seeing Macbeth yesterday: If James is flying out straightaway for DOFP, given his Macbeth hair, does that mean they’re doing already-bald Charles? Because his hair now is much shorter than Charles’s lovely floppy ‘do, and I can’t imagine that, given the character’s clear vanity, he’d get a spiky haircut.
(Maybe Erik decides to prank him and manipulates some scissors into cutting it while he sleeps? Bwahahahaha.)
Having switched buses we headed up toward Inverness by way of… somewhere between Stirling and Perth that I’ve forgotten the name of, that was where our guide lives. He took us to an interesting little park (where he walks his dog) with a little waterfall and an interesting local legend. It was pretty cool to get an impromptu truly local detour.
After that we headed up toward Perth, getting little bits of history along the way. Jayne and I were at the back of the 16-passenger minibus, so it was hard to hear at times, but I caught enough to find it interesting. We stopped in Dunkeld for lunch, where Jayne, Rosa (another American, albeit with a distinctly different accent), and I ate at the Perth Arms Restaurant, which seemed basically like a little neighborhood pub. I had a cheese and tomato toastie and a pint of Old Golden Hen, explaining to Jayne and Rosa my intent to try a different local(-ish) brew with each meal. It was a perfect pub lunch.
Thursday morning I got up just on time and headed off on the mile-and-a-half walk to the pick-up point for Rabbie’s Loch Ness and Inverness two-day tour. Upon arrival at the seemingly random streetcorner I was greeted by an enthusiastic Glaswegian guide, Michael. Turns out only two of us had signed up for the tour from Glasgow, so he’d be driving us up to Stirling, where we’d join the group leaving from Edinburgh. The other passenger, Jayne, was a travel agent and artist from Montana. It soon came to light that she knows some dude from Pearl Jam, who happened to be Michael’s favorite band, so a very amusing conversation consisting largely of him fanboying ensued. On the way out of Glasgow he also told us a lot about the city’s history, as well as that of some of the more interesting areas we passed. We arrived in Sterling all too soon, though since we were earlier than the other group, we had another 15 minutes or so to chat. Michael complimented me on my taste in Glaswegian bands and highly approved of my plan to go to a show at King Tut’s just to say I’d been there. He also told me about seeing Mogwai play the Connect Festival outdoors at Inveraray Castle at dusk—I’m super jealous!
Alas, at that point we had to transfer to Jonathan’s minibus. He was a great tour guide, but (perhaps because of the larger group—fourteen of us) was just less enthusiastic and animated than Michael, who apparently thought Jayne and I were just about the best tourists ever.
Tumblr, my apologies, I have clearly been neglecting you. In my defense, since I left the hostel at 8:15 Thursday morning I have been on the go, largely in areas with no cell service nevermind data service, and seriously tired. I’ve no plans for tomorrow though, so I’ll remedy that in the morning. Suffice to say for now that I have had a very busy and fun two days. Now, sleep!
The hostel I’m staying at in Glasgow is much nicer than the one in Edinburgh. To illustrate this point, I will say that I’d be almost embarrassed to put up a photo of the foul-smelling stairs up to the first one (complete with ugly murals), whereas this next one’s stairs are so lovely I wanted to take their photo. Also they’re not spiral and are much less steep, thank god.
After I’d gotten something to eat, been allowed to check in, and gone up said stairs to my room I took a bit of a nap, charged my phone, and tried to think of how to spend my evening. I wasn’t really hungry for dinner. It seemed like a good evening to see if I could find somewhere comfortable to sit and catch up on keeping my souvenir ticket stubs and such organized and my journaling up to date.
The hostel has a great lounge with really comfy couches, but I didn’t want to stay in. Happily, yelp directed me to a nearby coffeeshop called Offshore which, admittedly, had mixed reviews, but those reviews mentioned comfy chairs. I walked down and was pleased to see that it resembled my favorite coffeeshops at home. They were out of drip coffee so I had to settle for an americano (meh), but I also got a toffee rice krispie treat, and why don’t we have those at home?!? I stayed until they closed at 9:00. Now I’m back at the hostel and, after a little while in the lounge, ready for bed.
My arm is aching from all the time I decided I’d given up on pulling my luggage around (it was topheavy and kept twisting over) and just carried it instead. Clearly I am out of shape. It is pretty heavy though (why did I bring so much crap???).
I’m worried about waking up on time tomorrow. I’ve had worse than usual insomnia every night so far, and even when that’s not an issue I normally require a blaring alarm that goes off several times to get me up. In a hostel, that’s really not an option. Wish me luck?