Tickets are already on sale for Barrowman in panto next year (2010/11), but it'll be in Glasgow, not Cardiff. About the only thing that'd get us back to Glasgow, I think, would be if Gary Moore were playing there again, and if it were the same venue as last time, well, Patsfan's on his own. (Which might not be a bad idea anyway, considering that dragging someone who is not overfond of musicals in the first place to a bloody panto is probably not the sanest plan ever.)
Ah well, it would've been a nice bonus, but c'est la vie. Maybe GDL will be doing panto again next year, and in a location closer to either Cardiff or someplace Moore is playing. Moore's tour schedule stops at last week on his website, so no idea where he'll be at that time yet. (Slightly nervous-making, as if we're trying to book stuff around this time next year, and he doesn't have his January schedule up yet, that could get interesting.) Patsfan seems to be getting behind the idea of the trip not necessarily having to revolve around Gary Moore this time, but if he's playing anywhere in the UK at all, Patsfan's going to want to go. He is, clearly, a much more dedicated fanboy than I am a fangirl.
I wish I could even remember what it was about Glasgow (other than the lousy concert venue, and that's not enough to sour me on a city) that left such a bad taste in my mouth. It may actually be as simple as having been on the edge of a fibro flare that (thankfully) never quite took hold, but at that point I was terrified it was going to ruin the whole trip. There's this vague memory of some kind of hand-lettered fliers around that creeped me out, but I don't even remember what they were for. *shrugs*
On the school front, and finishing up is actually a prerequisite to having a graduation trip after all, this semester's finally winding down. Got a B on yesterday's exam. None of the four questions I got wrong would've benefited in the least by more studying, which is good considering how little I did. Have the last Pharm exam to do this weekend and then the final on Monday. Now, if I could just get next semester nailed down, that'd help. I kind of procrastinated some of the paperwork to be able to register for the spring, and it is now, so far as I know, sitting on the English Dept Chair's desk, waiting for a signature. That I didn't take care of this last spring is probably a sign of the ongoing ambivalence that has been cropping up again over why the hell I'm doing this in the first place. If I end up either having to sit out a semester or else take English 102 at this late date (or both, there's some confusion over whether it's a prereq or coreq for Nursing 201), I'll have no one but myself to blame. On the other hand, if Practical Criticism isn't close enough-if a bit more intense-to what they describe 102 as here, which is basically "learning to write about literature," then I just don't get it.
Babble.
Tuesday can't get here fast enough. That, at least, I'm not remotely ambivalent about.
Ah well, it would've been a nice bonus, but c'est la vie. Maybe GDL will be doing panto again next year, and in a location closer to either Cardiff or someplace Moore is playing. Moore's tour schedule stops at last week on his website, so no idea where he'll be at that time yet. (Slightly nervous-making, as if we're trying to book stuff around this time next year, and he doesn't have his January schedule up yet, that could get interesting.) Patsfan seems to be getting behind the idea of the trip not necessarily having to revolve around Gary Moore this time, but if he's playing anywhere in the UK at all, Patsfan's going to want to go. He is, clearly, a much more dedicated fanboy than I am a fangirl.
I wish I could even remember what it was about Glasgow (other than the lousy concert venue, and that's not enough to sour me on a city) that left such a bad taste in my mouth. It may actually be as simple as having been on the edge of a fibro flare that (thankfully) never quite took hold, but at that point I was terrified it was going to ruin the whole trip. There's this vague memory of some kind of hand-lettered fliers around that creeped me out, but I don't even remember what they were for. *shrugs*
On the school front, and finishing up is actually a prerequisite to having a graduation trip after all, this semester's finally winding down. Got a B on yesterday's exam. None of the four questions I got wrong would've benefited in the least by more studying, which is good considering how little I did. Have the last Pharm exam to do this weekend and then the final on Monday. Now, if I could just get next semester nailed down, that'd help. I kind of procrastinated some of the paperwork to be able to register for the spring, and it is now, so far as I know, sitting on the English Dept Chair's desk, waiting for a signature. That I didn't take care of this last spring is probably a sign of the ongoing ambivalence that has been cropping up again over why the hell I'm doing this in the first place. If I end up either having to sit out a semester or else take English 102 at this late date (or both, there's some confusion over whether it's a prereq or coreq for Nursing 201), I'll have no one but myself to blame. On the other hand, if Practical Criticism isn't close enough-if a bit more intense-to what they describe 102 as here, which is basically "learning to write about literature," then I just don't get it.
Babble.
Tuesday can't get here fast enough. That, at least, I'm not remotely ambivalent about.
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