Queueing at 3am and other obsessions
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burntcopperLast night, post-watching latest ep of BSG (Heather's brain has been making little happy noises over Adama, Apollo and Starbuck - they're *five*, I tell you - and Roslin. Also got into 'mine!' match over Dee with Jo. Offered to trade extra time with Starbuck for exclusive use of Dee, but no, Jo was being mean.) decided that to ensure getting good seats for Guys and Dolls, we should get to Piccadilly for 2:30am. This meant a 2-hour kip, being pushed out of bed (there was a reason I insisted on waking up at 1 rather than 1:15 - my body dislikes getting out of bed) and getting onto night bus from Croydon. Got to theatre, no-one there and it was cold (yours truly was in a skirt, so yes, it was chilly) so meandered over to Macdonalds to kill time for a bit in the warmth.
Got back at 2:55 and there were already two Polish blokes setting up camp in the doorway. See us nod wisely about getting there early. Five minutes after we'd sat down, another bloke arrived with sleeping bag, went to fetch cardboard from around the corner and promptly rolled up. Conferred with Jo on wisdom of cardboard - had cushion and towel to sit on, but cardboard is even better. Chatted a bit, watched people go by, including two drunks who fell over and couldn't get up again so decided to talk to us. Curled up and tried to sleep. Well, Jo could as she had sleeping bag and trousers, but yours truly was in skirt and thus no laying down was possible (binmen having filched the rest of the cardboard soon after we got some), so no snoozing for me as body had decided that if it couldn't be horizontal, it wasn't going to snooze. It's normally perfectly fine with sitting position, as canbe testified by blinking awake at stations just in time. Sulk.
6am, 2 more girls, who we proceeded to chat to after I'd gone to get a sausage and egg mcmuffin. Ah, supreme theatre and musicals geekiness, including introducing them to strange and offensive english terms to call people back in the US. Reassured them that you could only book two tickets each, so at most they were 10th and 11th out of 20. And that tickets were £20, not £50 as they'd been told. Got informed that Evita is coming (it's at 3rd audition stage), poss with Madonna, but what with the accident, Denise van Outen is a possible, but if she's not reckoned a big enough draw, Christina Aguilera. See us drop jaws and go 'oh god, *must* get tickets' after deciding that Denise doesn't have the presence/range and Christina has the voice (though would need the poppiness trained out of her) but would need a few theatre lessons for stage work, and could very easily do 17-33 and ambitious. (Madonna never needed lessons as she was playing herself)
Discovered concept of mocha at doughnuts place round corner. Mmmm. 8am, the queue swelled innumerably. Just not dedicated enough, methinks. Especially the 9am people who were all going to be standing. Got tickets, more coffee and then buggered off to work.
Discovered combination of lots of caffeine and two hours sleep is... interesting.
Whilst browsing londontheatre.co.uk last night, Jo found out there was a Sondheim gala on Oct 23rd. Whilst reading out the cast list, she picked up my phone and shoved it in my hand, askign why I hadn't got my card out yet. I whimpered a bit, then turned the cast list (it's fucking amazing, and yes, includes John Barrowman. Not to mention Eartha Kitt.) over in my head and hied it to the kitchen for better reception. And this morning got ambushed by a message from ATG (theatre pimps supreme) about a discount on Highland Fling (update of La Sylphide by Matthew Bourne, he who is responsible for the male Swan Lake, with added kilts and Scots rubbish dumps) tickets for this friday. I'd been considering it. I caved in about two minutes with the discount. Add this to A Few Good Men and Cinderella and Swan Lake coming up in the next few months and my theatre junkie status has been secured.
Got back at 2:55 and there were already two Polish blokes setting up camp in the doorway. See us nod wisely about getting there early. Five minutes after we'd sat down, another bloke arrived with sleeping bag, went to fetch cardboard from around the corner and promptly rolled up. Conferred with Jo on wisdom of cardboard - had cushion and towel to sit on, but cardboard is even better. Chatted a bit, watched people go by, including two drunks who fell over and couldn't get up again so decided to talk to us. Curled up and tried to sleep. Well, Jo could as she had sleeping bag and trousers, but yours truly was in skirt and thus no laying down was possible (binmen having filched the rest of the cardboard soon after we got some), so no snoozing for me as body had decided that if it couldn't be horizontal, it wasn't going to snooze. It's normally perfectly fine with sitting position, as canbe testified by blinking awake at stations just in time. Sulk.
6am, 2 more girls, who we proceeded to chat to after I'd gone to get a sausage and egg mcmuffin. Ah, supreme theatre and musicals geekiness, including introducing them to strange and offensive english terms to call people back in the US. Reassured them that you could only book two tickets each, so at most they were 10th and 11th out of 20. And that tickets were £20, not £50 as they'd been told. Got informed that Evita is coming (it's at 3rd audition stage), poss with Madonna, but what with the accident, Denise van Outen is a possible, but if she's not reckoned a big enough draw, Christina Aguilera. See us drop jaws and go 'oh god, *must* get tickets' after deciding that Denise doesn't have the presence/range and Christina has the voice (though would need the poppiness trained out of her) but would need a few theatre lessons for stage work, and could very easily do 17-33 and ambitious. (Madonna never needed lessons as she was playing herself)
Discovered concept of mocha at doughnuts place round corner. Mmmm. 8am, the queue swelled innumerably. Just not dedicated enough, methinks. Especially the 9am people who were all going to be standing. Got tickets, more coffee and then buggered off to work.
Discovered combination of lots of caffeine and two hours sleep is... interesting.
Whilst browsing londontheatre.co.uk last night, Jo found out there was a Sondheim gala on Oct 23rd. Whilst reading out the cast list, she picked up my phone and shoved it in my hand, askign why I hadn't got my card out yet. I whimpered a bit, then turned the cast list (it's fucking amazing, and yes, includes John Barrowman. Not to mention Eartha Kitt.) over in my head and hied it to the kitchen for better reception. And this morning got ambushed by a message from ATG (theatre pimps supreme) about a discount on Highland Fling (update of La Sylphide by Matthew Bourne, he who is responsible for the male Swan Lake, with added kilts and Scots rubbish dumps) tickets for this friday. I'd been considering it. I caved in about two minutes with the discount. Add this to A Few Good Men and Cinderella and Swan Lake coming up in the next few months and my theatre junkie status has been secured.
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Date: 2005-08-23 01:20 pm (UTC)Eartha Kitt will be at the Sondheim! Even if I don't go, this makes me happy.
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Date: 2005-08-23 01:29 pm (UTC)Cinderella? And Swan Lake? The ballets? ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:13 pm (UTC)Highland Fling...
Date: 2005-08-24 07:38 am (UTC)(I love Bourne's stuff - saw the Swan Lake (with Adam Cooper) five years ago, and caught Play Without Words earlier this spring when it was at BAM. Oh, to be back in London...)
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Date: 2005-08-24 04:15 pm (UTC)