I did it.

I sat, stood, danced, did squats, talked, walked, and slept in the below freezing London air last night. I spent 7 hours of my life outside in the freezing cold, with 5 sweatshirts, 2 pairs of sweatpants, 1 shirt, 2 pairs of underwear, 2 pairs of socks, 2 scarfs, one hat, 4 hoods, one bra, and one pair of gloves on. Oh and my boots.

All those articles of clothing did NOT prepare me for the freezing night from 3am through 10am. I have so much more sympathy for the homeless now. They do that every night and I barely lived through that one night. Well, I would have gone back to the hotel had I seriously thought I'd be doing serious damage to my health.

Anyway...

Last night Sabine and Russ (our two professors on the trip) came back from seeing Royal Shakespeare Company's Hamlet, starring David Tennant and Patrick Stuart, the show I'd wanted to see for months now. I tried getting tickets before we even left for London but it's been sold out for weeks and weeks. But Russ snagged day-of tickets and they'd gone to see it. When they came in, they immediately began raving about the show. They told us people had already started camping outside for tickets for Saturday (today). My friends and I had planned to leave to try and get day-of tickets around 7:30am, but I realized that we needed to take action much sooner than that.

So we drank loads of coffee, some people took naps, and the professors encouraged us to go wait in line for tickets because apparently they're worth it...

Soo we left before 3am. Got there via a double decker bus that took us on a crazy scary rollercoaster ride, and we waited in the freezing cold for tickets.

I'll give more details later, perhaps, but I did get my ticket. And I did cry.

And now I must sleep as much as posisble before the show, as sleeping on freezing pavement didn't work out very well.