It was a Friday night, and I didn’t have anything planned. Every day for the last six weeks, I walked to and from the Notre Dame London Law Centre by going down Tottenham Court Road and Charing Cross Road; and every day I walked past The Palace, where Spamalot was playing. I’d hoped to take Chris there when he arrived, but since those plans were now ditched, I thought to myself, why not? Why not go by myself? So I did that spur-of-the-moment thing and walked into the box office and bought myself a ticket for that night’s performance.
And boy was I glad I did. It was thoroughly enjoyable. The only thing that got to me a little was how much I was enjoying these musicals, and how much I didn’t enjoy enjoying them by myself. Nothing reminds you of how alone you are like having a good time on your own. It’s just not the same. The play was great. The view was great. My seat was great. The songs were great. The actors were great. It was all wonderful. Except that there was not one there but a room full of strangers to share it with. What a shame.
Spamalot was essentially a musical version of Monty Pyton’s Search for the Holy Grail. No photos from this post unfortunately, but I did manage to find the official web site, but there is the official games site where you can catapult cows at the French knights (or at the English knights if you’re French).
Much fun was had.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment