double double toil and trouble!
I saw Macbeth yesterday. It was quite the ordeal leading up to this one moment in time that only lasted a little over 2 hours. Let's start at the top, shall we?
Woke up FREEZING yesterday morning. There was NO heat at all in my room, I mean, I might as well have left the window open last night cuz I bet you it was a hell of a lot warmer outside than it was in my room!!! Actually, the cold began the day before yesterday. So the night before last(and last as well because god hates me and I still have no heat) I slept with 2 blankets, 2 pairs of pants, socks, 2 sweatshirts, and mittens. I'm not joking. It was that cold. I know you've all heard me complain about cold in the past but I have NEVER had to wear MITTENS to BED!!! I went down to the desk to complain for the 4th or 5th time, I can't remember. The guy there is cool and got all in a tizzy about how things are run in this place and had a sort of "damn the man!" attitude as he confirmed with me that I've had this problem multiple times. So with that in place I now have hot water and I took the hottest shower I could(I think I lost some skin in the process but I don't care. Weak, feeble skin that always gets COLD! I don't need it anyway cuz it doesn't do me any good. I wish I could grow an extensive amount of fur on my body, but alas, I cannot). Still no heat though.
Now on to the play. Forgot it was Valentine's yesterday(but so did Mike so it's okay) and had I remembered I probably wouldn't have tried to go to a show. But I'm crazy and I did. Stood in line for freakin' ever waiting for tickets. Had a chance at some for £22 but it was a group of 3 tickets(I was first in line so they had to go through me before they could offer them to anyone else) and there was a group of 3 women behind me who wanted to sit together and I told the lady to let them have it(one of the girls let me back in my place in line when I wandered aimlessly out of it because I didn't realized I had even found the line. So I owed her one despite the fact that I would have been head bitch of the world to take away these girl's only chance of sitting together). I finally got the price I was looking for, a seat for 10 quid. She needed cash though. How much did lizzy have? 8. So since I had 2 minutes to get to an atm I ran as hard as I could and I will spare you the details of what happened because, as Mike found out last night when we did our awkward "yeah i forgot it was valentine's" call, it gets gross. But one thing I can tell you is that I lost my scarf in the process. I'm sorry mom. I really loved that scarf, the one you gave me for Christmas about 2 years ago? Loved it. Gone. Cold and scarfless...Got back to the theatre looking and sounding like I'd just been shot in the lung and had to wait 12 minutes until a lull in the performance when they would take us up to the crappy late comer's seats house left in the circle. I was kinda mad because I couldn't see well at all from these seats and the ticket I had bought(which I enjoyed for only 30mins after intermission) was in the stalls. For those of you who don't know, "stalls" are the floor of the auditorium and "circle" is first balcony and "balcony" itself is the créme de la crap of all seats you can purchase. So my seat was really good for the last half hour. But hell, at least I saw it, right? There were some really cool things done. Comparing with the one we did at K they took advantage of more of the comic elements which I thought was really good. I think at K we went into it thinking "this is shakepeare, so it must be serious" we also had some bad times during that show which I think added to the somberness of it all(I questioned whether or not "somberness" was really a word and it totally is! I'm awesome!). What WE did better, I think anyway was we had a more attractive and engaging Macbeth(this guy was old and fat and played a pansy Macbeth), we actually had swordfighting (I almost laughed at their toothpick-like swords that sounded like plastic clanging together, seriously, you could tell it was plastic), and our wyrds would have taken these bizniatches out! Their wyrds were hardly onstage and they also used them for the weirdest(no pun intended) things. Like instead of having a nurse or chambermaid look after Lady Macbeth when she goes crazy and cried "out damn spot!" It was one of the wyrds. And the wyrd played it as though she really were a concerned member of the queen's staff and not one with any kind of hidden agenda. I just thought they were crap. One thing I like about them though was that they were actually wearing clothes which I didn't so much get to do when I was a wyrd.
Then I went home and put on my defenses against the cold and went to bed. I think that's it for now. I'll write more in a bit.
Woke up FREEZING yesterday morning. There was NO heat at all in my room, I mean, I might as well have left the window open last night cuz I bet you it was a hell of a lot warmer outside than it was in my room!!! Actually, the cold began the day before yesterday. So the night before last(and last as well because god hates me and I still have no heat) I slept with 2 blankets, 2 pairs of pants, socks, 2 sweatshirts, and mittens. I'm not joking. It was that cold. I know you've all heard me complain about cold in the past but I have NEVER had to wear MITTENS to BED!!! I went down to the desk to complain for the 4th or 5th time, I can't remember. The guy there is cool and got all in a tizzy about how things are run in this place and had a sort of "damn the man!" attitude as he confirmed with me that I've had this problem multiple times. So with that in place I now have hot water and I took the hottest shower I could(I think I lost some skin in the process but I don't care. Weak, feeble skin that always gets COLD! I don't need it anyway cuz it doesn't do me any good. I wish I could grow an extensive amount of fur on my body, but alas, I cannot). Still no heat though.
Now on to the play. Forgot it was Valentine's yesterday(but so did Mike so it's okay) and had I remembered I probably wouldn't have tried to go to a show. But I'm crazy and I did. Stood in line for freakin' ever waiting for tickets. Had a chance at some for £22 but it was a group of 3 tickets(I was first in line so they had to go through me before they could offer them to anyone else) and there was a group of 3 women behind me who wanted to sit together and I told the lady to let them have it(one of the girls let me back in my place in line when I wandered aimlessly out of it because I didn't realized I had even found the line. So I owed her one despite the fact that I would have been head bitch of the world to take away these girl's only chance of sitting together). I finally got the price I was looking for, a seat for 10 quid. She needed cash though. How much did lizzy have? 8. So since I had 2 minutes to get to an atm I ran as hard as I could and I will spare you the details of what happened because, as Mike found out last night when we did our awkward "yeah i forgot it was valentine's" call, it gets gross. But one thing I can tell you is that I lost my scarf in the process. I'm sorry mom. I really loved that scarf, the one you gave me for Christmas about 2 years ago? Loved it. Gone. Cold and scarfless...Got back to the theatre looking and sounding like I'd just been shot in the lung and had to wait 12 minutes until a lull in the performance when they would take us up to the crappy late comer's seats house left in the circle. I was kinda mad because I couldn't see well at all from these seats and the ticket I had bought(which I enjoyed for only 30mins after intermission) was in the stalls. For those of you who don't know, "stalls" are the floor of the auditorium and "circle" is first balcony and "balcony" itself is the créme de la crap of all seats you can purchase. So my seat was really good for the last half hour. But hell, at least I saw it, right? There were some really cool things done. Comparing with the one we did at K they took advantage of more of the comic elements which I thought was really good. I think at K we went into it thinking "this is shakepeare, so it must be serious" we also had some bad times during that show which I think added to the somberness of it all(I questioned whether or not "somberness" was really a word and it totally is! I'm awesome!). What WE did better, I think anyway was we had a more attractive and engaging Macbeth(this guy was old and fat and played a pansy Macbeth), we actually had swordfighting (I almost laughed at their toothpick-like swords that sounded like plastic clanging together, seriously, you could tell it was plastic), and our wyrds would have taken these bizniatches out! Their wyrds were hardly onstage and they also used them for the weirdest(no pun intended) things. Like instead of having a nurse or chambermaid look after Lady Macbeth when she goes crazy and cried "out damn spot!" It was one of the wyrds. And the wyrd played it as though she really were a concerned member of the queen's staff and not one with any kind of hidden agenda. I just thought they were crap. One thing I like about them though was that they were actually wearing clothes which I didn't so much get to do when I was a wyrd.
Then I went home and put on my defenses against the cold and went to bed. I think that's it for now. I'll write more in a bit.