Tried to go and see The Lion King in London last week with Romy, Jen, Ryan and Brian. We got to a ticket booth and I asked about how long the play ran because the last train back to Cambridge was earlier than usual. He gave me that info and provided lots more as Brian, Ryan and I asked him questions for about 15 minutes to make sure that we could make that last train. So after we were done questioning the guy we decided we could make that last train and asked for three tickets. We were told, "Sorry mates, I'm all sold out, try that booth over there." You would think that sometime during those 15 minutes he would tell us that he didn't have any more tickets to sell. Oh well.
By the way, the squabs there aren't afraid to attack mankind.
We ended up getting tickets to Stomp. I wouldn't really call it much of a play. It's more of a concert than a play. The highlights for me were the opening, the act with the Zippo lighters, and what I think were cough drop tin boxes. It got old quick though, especially the part of the clown and our view of the stage was incomplete. We sat third row to the back at the top so we couldn't view the upper stage level. But we did sit right behind two of the better looking ladies we've seen all trip. They were cute enough for Ryan to strut down the steps, look over the balcony as pretext, and then strut back up the steps. His act didn't get much help with Brian and I laughing our asses off at the sight of a short white boy with the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned displaying himself and checking out the ladies.
It was a decent night out. Much better than the first trip out to London with Annie and Armen.
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