I realize this isn't the most exciting play to go see, but c'mon, it's Sir Ian McKellen and Roger Rees. They're like celebrities and shit.
And I have to say there were quite a few similarities between Estragon and Vlad's adventures and ours:
- tired sore feet
- pointless diatribes about things only we would find the slightest bit interesting
- a desire to eat food
- trying on hats:
- both Carl and Wiseman tried on a variety of hats
- Carl got a new one
- As did I
- mine had ear flaps.
- Wiseman looks funny in hats due to his ginormous head
- none of these hats could be considered "thinking caps"
- a veritable circus act of communication
- I tended to reply with Spanish rather than French. Often times an exuberant "si!" or a timid "por favor."
- an encounter with a very colorful character who made us do things like drink shots and run towards her and then jump and straddle her in mid air.
Wiseman nearly fell asleep during the play.
On Day 7, we planned to see Wicked.
Unfortunately, I did not realize the following:
- Day 6 was a Saturday
- Thus making Day 7 a Sunday
- Theatres are all closed on Sundays with the exception of a few that offered matinees.
We ended up walking around aimlessly. I noticed there were a tremendous amount of cranes... everywhere:
I would imagine they're starting to build and construct for the Olympics.
GO USA!
Her Majesty is in the Hause...
Alright, that was the last day.
The next morning we woke up to catch the train to Heathrow and fly back home.
To LA.
To work.
To four cups of coffee a day.
Voila!
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