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A Wicked Day
Apr. 11th, 2007 10:55 pmAt two o'clock this morning I dragged my slightly horrified self away from the deeply naff 'how to dress yourself' programme I'd found Bun watching, and went to bed.
I was oblivious when my man got up early to head to the office, but came gradually to consciousness as the radio soothed me awake. Bun, to my surprise, was already up and about. Turned out she didn't go to bed at all. *eyerolls*
Well. We breakfasted, and fed two cats, and pootled off to the bus stop. Got ourselves into London and went to Covent Garden, where I acquired a beautiful pair of earrings in a shop full of lovely stuff (including *frogs in tutus*!), and was served by a charming French assistant.
I can't quite believe I typed that, but it is true.
Then we found Bun a cool T-shirt, and then a bunch of stuff in Lush, and then we went to meet the lovely Ephemera and had a sandwich and a nice natter about cats and Joey dancing and the pains of writing (or, more exactly, not writing) Remix stories. And then Bun and I went off to Victoria to go and see 'Wicked'.
There were three minutes of severe but unmanifested panic when I realised that the theatre I had mentally tagged as 'where we're going' was in fact the Victoria Palace, where 'Billy Elliott' is playing, and not the Apollo at all. Happily, I spotted it just as we were about to launch determinedly off in the wrong direction, so we picked up our tickets and went in.
Before I speak of the show itself, I would just like to say, three pounds for an ice-cream? THREE POUNDS? Somebody is having a larf, is what I say. It's part of my theatre-going ritual to have an ice-cream in the interval, but seriously, three pounds? Had I been less gobsmacked I might have had the savoir faire to announce it in well-projected astonishment to the theatre in general, and then wouldn't the queue for the usherette have faded away!
Oh well. Another time.
( Probable spoilers for 'Wicked' )
Totally horrified by the tide of people hurtling towards Victoria station as we emerged from our matinée, we wandered up to the Army & Navy store (which isn't called that any more, but no matter), which was eerily empty, then decided to eat before braving the train home again. So, a bowl of penne al' arrabiata and a glass of Merlot and a panna cotta later, time to go home, feed the cats again, and try rather feebly to catch up with LJ. The glass of Merlot probably explains why all the Profound Thoughts I had about 'Wicked' have failed to make it into this entry. Ah well. I'm such a lightweight.
Note: I did have a notion for Choey Day, but failed dismally to write it. I hereby promise a Choey ficlet in the really quite foreseeable future!!
I was oblivious when my man got up early to head to the office, but came gradually to consciousness as the radio soothed me awake. Bun, to my surprise, was already up and about. Turned out she didn't go to bed at all. *eyerolls*
Well. We breakfasted, and fed two cats, and pootled off to the bus stop. Got ourselves into London and went to Covent Garden, where I acquired a beautiful pair of earrings in a shop full of lovely stuff (including *frogs in tutus*!), and was served by a charming French assistant.
I can't quite believe I typed that, but it is true.
Then we found Bun a cool T-shirt, and then a bunch of stuff in Lush, and then we went to meet the lovely Ephemera and had a sandwich and a nice natter about cats and Joey dancing and the pains of writing (or, more exactly, not writing) Remix stories. And then Bun and I went off to Victoria to go and see 'Wicked'.
There were three minutes of severe but unmanifested panic when I realised that the theatre I had mentally tagged as 'where we're going' was in fact the Victoria Palace, where 'Billy Elliott' is playing, and not the Apollo at all. Happily, I spotted it just as we were about to launch determinedly off in the wrong direction, so we picked up our tickets and went in.
Before I speak of the show itself, I would just like to say, three pounds for an ice-cream? THREE POUNDS? Somebody is having a larf, is what I say. It's part of my theatre-going ritual to have an ice-cream in the interval, but seriously, three pounds? Had I been less gobsmacked I might have had the savoir faire to announce it in well-projected astonishment to the theatre in general, and then wouldn't the queue for the usherette have faded away!
Oh well. Another time.
( Probable spoilers for 'Wicked' )
Totally horrified by the tide of people hurtling towards Victoria station as we emerged from our matinée, we wandered up to the Army & Navy store (which isn't called that any more, but no matter), which was eerily empty, then decided to eat before braving the train home again. So, a bowl of penne al' arrabiata and a glass of Merlot and a panna cotta later, time to go home, feed the cats again, and try rather feebly to catch up with LJ. The glass of Merlot probably explains why all the Profound Thoughts I had about 'Wicked' have failed to make it into this entry. Ah well. I'm such a lightweight.
Note: I did have a notion for Choey Day, but failed dismally to write it. I hereby promise a Choey ficlet in the really quite foreseeable future!!