Love and Dead Animals

So Friday night happened to be the night the Natural History Museum stays open each month.  So I thought I'd hang around after I visited the Library. 

As it turns out, "Lates at NHM" is one giant bad first date, complete with weird mood lighting, an open mic, and ambient taxidermy. Lots of pretty (and not so pretty), young (and not so young...) Londoners descended on the place in awkward couplings, clutching their beers and discussing their jobs. "I know it sounds crazy, but I actually..."

Not all the dates went extinct, though.  There was a surprising number of (human) couples making out in the dinosaur exhibit.  I blame the dramatic lighting.

 

I, meanwhile, took refuge in the bug exhibit, downed my superduperfancy boyfriend-replacement of a sandwich while squeezed on bench with an entire Eastern European family, and dashed out as soon as off-peak hours pricing started on the Tube.