Unicorns
I am learning the truth of cienna's wise words: "Fandom is expensive. It's just like crack."
j_apollo and I went to see Avenue Q last night. It was so very funny and absolutely perfect. Of course, "The Internet is for Porn" and the mention of unicorns were the funniest thing I have seen in quite some time.
Before we went to the play though, I spotted a pub called "The Round Table", into which we just had to go and have beer. We ended up sitting on the table called Merlin and we didn't even try. It's fate, you see. At this point j_apollo and I decided we had to go on a pub crawl around London at some point to find new and exciting pubs for the meet-ups. And then we wanted to wake up in Paris after such a night and possibly accidently on purpose find our way to Parc Asterix. (There is a long story here as to why I need to go to Parc Asterix which involves my tragic childhood and intense jealousy of Bradley James having gone there when I hadn't.) IN NO WAY ARE WE CONSIDERING VISITING A CERTAIN CASTLE.
Our plans for drunken France going have been scarpered by the need for a shengen visa. WE COULD ALWAYS GO ILLEGALLY. Could be fun?
But oh no. That's not all.
Casually browsing through some research-y fic stuff I stumbled across a reference to a legend thaat Merlin was buried in Marlborough. "Whut?" I said, because my mum lives near Marlborough. So now I am going to have to go home and search out this grave (apparently called Merlin's mound) and not at all be ashamed of the many times I have been to this town and had no idea.
As it tradition when I go to the grave/shrine of a (semi-)mythical figure I will of course be making a wish for a ghostly visit. (Yes. I have done this at the shrines of two dead guys. I am still waiting for my visits!) It was also suggested that I take an offering. And so, dear flist, I ask you.
Poll
And this is why I shall soon have no money. And be disinherited. And possibly be cursed for leaving things on someone's grave.
Okay WORK NOW.
j_apollo and I went to see Avenue Q last night. It was so very funny and absolutely perfect. Of course, "The Internet is for Porn" and the mention of unicorns were the funniest thing I have seen in quite some time.
Before we went to the play though, I spotted a pub called "The Round Table", into which we just had to go and have beer. We ended up sitting on the table called Merlin and we didn't even try. It's fate, you see. At this point j_apollo and I decided we had to go on a pub crawl around London at some point to find new and exciting pubs for the meet-ups. And then we wanted to wake up in Paris after such a night and possibly accidently on purpose find our way to Parc Asterix. (There is a long story here as to why I need to go to Parc Asterix which involves my tragic childhood and intense jealousy of Bradley James having gone there when I hadn't.) IN NO WAY ARE WE CONSIDERING VISITING A CERTAIN CASTLE.
Our plans for drunken France going have been scarpered by the need for a shengen visa. WE COULD ALWAYS GO ILLEGALLY. Could be fun?
But oh no. That's not all.
Casually browsing through some research-y fic stuff I stumbled across a reference to a legend thaat Merlin was buried in Marlborough. "Whut?" I said, because my mum lives near Marlborough. So now I am going to have to go home and search out this grave (apparently called Merlin's mound) and not at all be ashamed of the many times I have been to this town and had no idea.
As it tradition when I go to the grave/shrine of a (semi-)mythical figure I will of course be making a wish for a ghostly visit. (Yes. I have done this at the shrines of two dead guys. I am still waiting for my visits!) It was also suggested that I take an offering. And so, dear flist, I ask you.
Poll
And this is why I shall soon have no money. And be disinherited. And possibly be cursed for leaving things on someone's grave.
Okay WORK NOW.