My family is obsessed with Pride & Prejudice. Not the Kiera Knightly version; the BBC, Colin Firth, six-VCR tape version.
Big news dropped on the women in my family this past week. Mr. Darcy's (Colin Firth) "billowing", white shirt is coming to the United States and will be constantly misted to keep its wet, clingy post-pond dip appearance. We are planning a road trip. Did I mention I'm the youngest taking part in this nonsense? I'm 21. My mother is involved.
Mrs. Bennet would have been appalled, "oh, my goodness...everybody behave naturally,".
Then I dropped the second piece of news on my family: I was going to Brighton. Second collective heart attack. Brighton's significance is, well, enormous in P&P. And so... I simply had to document the sea town where Lydia eloped with Wickham, not for myself, but for my P&P obsessed family.
I got attacked by seagulls on the Brighton pier, and like to credit the throwing of my last donut into the sea to the birds' ceased attack. However, I think somebody, namely Mrs. Bennet was watching over me, screaming, "have you no consideration for my nerves?" at the damn birds. I think she scared them off.
Thank you Mrs. Bennet.