Score! On a whim, I called the National Theatre box office to inquire on the always-sold-out performances of His Dark Materials, the London stage play based on Phillip Pullman's amazing trilogy of books. They release 30 tickets every morning, but they go on sale at 10am (when I'm already at work), and sometimes the lines start hours earlier. I wanted to find out if the queues always started early, and if it was worth trying to arrive there right at 10am one day and take a chance.
Lucky me, they just then had someone return tickets to tonight's performance of Part I! The story is split into two three-hour shows, which is a very good thing considering the depth of the trilogy. I'm so, so psyched... now I'll just have to cross my fingers that I'll somehow luck into tickets for ticket Part II before I leave London.
I also got my ebay-bought ticket to Snow Patrol's London show at the Electric Ballroom next week. Not too much over face value, and I had to go to at least one rock show while I was here, right?
More plans being made... tomorrow evening I'll venture over to the Hayward Gallery to take in the Roy Lichtenstein exhibit. A little pop art for now people. Can't wait.
Y'see, I'm only now making all these plans because I finally feel semi-conscious. The jetlag and workload has hit me seriously hard... 12 hour days and very little solid sleep. Maybe 3 hours at a time, if I'm lucky. The full moon and funky sleep patterns are wreaking havoc on my braincells, giving me the most
insane dreams I've ever had. And that's saying a lot. I'll spare you the sharing.
So, yeah, I'm almost back to normal, whatever that may be ... although some people here claim it won't
truly happen for another few days. Great.
