I was a tourist this weekend.

My friends Jill and Jade (I worked with them at B&N) came to visit London (and me!) this weekend, and this gave me the wonderful opportunity to do fun touristy things in London that I haven't had the chance to do yet, and to get out of my flat as I don't really like hanging out here that much. SO we did a bunch of things, most notably Westminster Abbey (lots of famous dead people--my dad would love it), attempted to see the changing of the guards and failed, and, of course, ABBEY ROAD! Finally I got my butt up there, along with Jill, and yes, we absolutely did the tacky picture thing. We met four American girls who took our picture, and we took theirs; though it was pretty sad that ours came out not so great, and the ones we took of them were fantastic (we're awesome photogs by the way).

Oh well, I can go back. And for whatever reason, we forgot to take a picture of the road sign. What were we thinking anyway? We also did a quick run to Baker Street and took a picture with the great detective himself. We looked very ponderous indeed.

Later that night after we made ourselves dinner, we went to see Spamalot!! We were so excited to go, and took pictures out front and everything.

We had bought our tickets from one of those "We sell half-price tickets!" places. A word to the wise: don't trust them.

We paid 40 pounds a ticket, thinking we had pretty good seats. When we got there, we went and looked for them. And this was basically our reaction:

"This can't be right."

We were in the second-to-last row on the uppermost floor. We could barely see the stage we were so far away. And the price on the ticket was 17.50 (which I think is still too much for the crap seats we got). But being the sneaky and selfish college girls we are, we managed to sneak down a great deal and steal some empty chairs. Every time people came in the theater and ushers looked for places to seat them, we got nervous, but the show began and they couldn't do much. One time they did tell us to move, but only to the row behind. Unfortunately at the interval (what they call intermission here) this usher was checking tickets because people were waiting to sit in the seats we were in. Oh well. We were sad, but the usher was GORGEOUS so we let it slide.

But Sarah, Jill's friend who came with her, saw some empty seats that were even closer to the stage. So while I waiting in line for the bathroom, they went scouting. And we got the seats. No one was sitting there and the view was great--we were on the first balcony (the circle) and in the front row. We could lean right over the edge and see almost everything perfectly--even make out features of the actors. It was pretty fantastic. The only awful thing, really, was that the toilets didn't flush there. For some reason. I thought that was dumb.

But Spamalot was wonderful and fantastic and great and I'm so glad I got to see it, especially with such great seats in the second act. :)