This morning, I researched tours along the Fjords. Then I got distracted by tours that include the Northern Lights and dog sledding. Now I'm trying to find one that has all three of these, but that may or may not be entirely my own personal tour.
Went to meet Becky where we would buy tickets to the show Flashdance. This is where we determined that we would buy tickets an hour before the show for a better deal. More on this later.
Spent my day exploring London. Went to Shepherd's Bush Market over my Shepherd's Bush Market station. Since a lot of the stations were open air stations, this was the first time I saw a pigeon on the tube. No joke. Pigeon got on the tube and got off before the doors closed. One of the most amusing bits was when an old guy chased the pigeon off but he just flew down to the next door anyway. So amusing.
Saw some boots at the market, but felt more comfortable buying from H&M. So I think I'll go there one of these days. Then went to the shopping center at Finchley Road which was less shopping center and more Three Stories of Restaurants plus Waterstone's, Vue Cinemas, and giant Sainsbury's. Didn't feel like taking the tube back, so I hopped on a bus to Oxford Street instead. Took pictures of the pretty Christmas Lights and such. Made my way over to the Shaftsbury Theatre for the show. Along the way, I found a giant cult entertainment megastore, which had a lot of action figures and comic books in anything geek imaginable. (I also learned they had a better deal on the Doctor Who sonic screwdriver I got.)
Then I went to the theater. Since I was early, I thought I would buy the tickets. This, apparently, was the Ultimate Sin Against the World. It wasn't what we planned, according to Becky. I was supposed to wait for her. She's not supposed to pay me back. Besides, I bought them at the wrong rate in the wrong section (Royal Circle instead of the Stalls). She said that she's only going to pay the rate she thought she was going to get. I attempted to argue this, but Becky's harsh language and specific wording backed me in a corner. And I'm horrible at thinking on my feet.
The show was pretty good. Just the distraction to stop my crying for a while at least. The dancing was amazing and the songs were really catchy and good. I was taken away by the lighting, personally, and the use of projections on the backdrops. My only disappointment in the story came from the one Stand Up Comedian guy who didn't pay back his debts. I thought he would have an arc, but no, he didn't really change from beginning to end. Nonetheless, it was a pretty good show. I liked it and would recommend it.
Afterwards, though, I had one more question for Becky, to which she brought up all her old points from before. I had meant to phrase the question as a yes-or-no, and her old arguments had the piercing language and such. So once we reached the tube, I went on ahead to my line. I didn't want to talk with her.
Back home, got information for Wicked this Wednesday. Asked someone for their opinion and they sided with me. Of course they sided with me. I'm biased in this regards. Then I called my parents. They told me to drop the subject because it wasn't worth the friendship. I don't like this idea, but I'll go along with it because they had valid points and it's easier listening to your parents rather than yourself (I had made the same points arguing with myself earlier, but who listens to themselves? Come on.)
But the Really Huge News actually comes from the knowledge that Ryan is the process of getting a Passport so he can come visit me. Which is super exciting news. I hope he gets it in time. Because it would be awesome to show him around London and see how he reacts to different things and make him taste my finely excellent cooking (mwahaha). He would also have a better opinion about how cheese in Britain compares with cheese in Wisconsin.
By the way, Ryan, bring a bag of cheese curds because people seem fascinated by their existence.
It's now 1:30am. Good night.
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