Here I am, waiting in a pub across the street from the theatre Wicked is playing in, waiting for the show to start.

I wasn't gonna see anything tonight. But then I was hanging out with Scott again, and he was heading back to the West End, and I thought: I haven't spent any money today. Maybe I should go see a show.

And then it seemed like a good idea. So I tossed up between Wicked and Les Mis, and Wicked won out, if only because I can't pick out the storyline very well just listening to the soundtrack. That, and Les Mis will always be in fashion. Wicked may well stop playing next season (though I doubt it).

My connection is SHITE (much like the service in this damned pub, but hey, the wifi is free), so I'll have to wait to upload photos until I get back to the hostel.

I could have gotten a ticket to Wicked for about twenty-five bucks, but the sightlines were terrible, so I took a deep breath and spent fifty. I think this will be the last show I see in London. I've seen a new musical, a lower budget off-beat musical, and now I'll see a spectacular musical, and I think that's enough for now.

I'm looking forward to it.

(The service in this pub is the second worst service I've ever had, next to the Original Joe's on 8th Ave.)