Wicked, good. 193 stairs, bad.
Disclaimer: Please excuse me if I write the wrong thing, for any typos or blabbers because I just got back and still under the influence..
I'm still high from the wicked experience that was Wicked the musical. Went with Tosha and friends. It was gooooooood. Really good. A few times I even get goosebumps. It was that good. [Ok see I was blabbering.] The cast sang very well, (hmm.. with the exception of a couple, but we can live with that) but especially the two main girl characters, they sang really good. Wow. Whoa. The stage was very well done, the orchestra was flawless, the choreography was excellent. The only thing that was lacking is that they don't sell food over there. [and it was kinda a mistake that we didn't have lunch before hand].
Let's trace back a little bit. The reason why we didn't have lunch was because we went shopping. We didn't really go to a lot of shops, we only went to two shops and Starbucks. Now the reason why we went to Starbucks was because we needed cool drinks. The reason why me and Tosha needed this cool drinks was because we just came out of Covent Garden tube station, climbing 193 steps of stairs. I called them Stairway to Heaven. To which Tosha said it was to Hell. The reason why we climbed 193 steps of stairs was... well.. we don't know why we did it. I blame it completely on Tosha. We saw the stairs, and I said oh look there's a lift let's take that. Tosha saw the sign that it says 'this stairs has 193 steps...' and she said 'Oh it's only 193 stairs. Easy! You don't want to go queue for the lift!' Err.. okay. Before even halfway I was about to give up. Tosha looked like she just came out of her buggy bootcamp. I for one didn't know that the trip to see Wicked the musical comes with free work out.
So we went to Starbucks, got our very nice frappucinos which we really really needed, then went to Zara. Got nothing. Tosha checked on her iphone and exclaimed that we needed to go the opposite direction to where we were walking in order to get to the theatre. Along the way there's HnM. We went inside, shopped till we drop with little damage (we really just like looking at stuff), then Tosha said oh we should really make a move since we promised to meet up with her friends around 2pm and it was already 10 to. Right. We quicken our steps, and she said the place is close to Leicester Square tube station. We arrived at Leicester Square tube station pretty much on time, but couldn't find the place. Walked around with iphone in order to get the right direction, and still no luck. Finally she realised that the place is not near Leicester Sq station but opposite to Victoria Station. Which thankfully not that far but we did have to rush.
After the show (which was brilliant. Did I say it was brilliant?), we went to have some drinks and then go home. This involves seeing and eating perfectly straight prawns. How weird.
So to sum up: Wicked, good. 193 stairs, bad. My legs are aching now. I never do workout voluntarily like this!
I'm still high from the wicked experience that was Wicked the musical. Went with Tosha and friends. It was gooooooood. Really good. A few times I even get goosebumps. It was that good. [Ok see I was blabbering.] The cast sang very well, (hmm.. with the exception of a couple, but we can live with that) but especially the two main girl characters, they sang really good. Wow. Whoa. The stage was very well done, the orchestra was flawless, the choreography was excellent. The only thing that was lacking is that they don't sell food over there. [and it was kinda a mistake that we didn't have lunch before hand].
Let's trace back a little bit. The reason why we didn't have lunch was because we went shopping. We didn't really go to a lot of shops, we only went to two shops and Starbucks. Now the reason why we went to Starbucks was because we needed cool drinks. The reason why me and Tosha needed this cool drinks was because we just came out of Covent Garden tube station, climbing 193 steps of stairs. I called them Stairway to Heaven. To which Tosha said it was to Hell. The reason why we climbed 193 steps of stairs was... well.. we don't know why we did it. I blame it completely on Tosha. We saw the stairs, and I said oh look there's a lift let's take that. Tosha saw the sign that it says 'this stairs has 193 steps...' and she said 'Oh it's only 193 stairs. Easy! You don't want to go queue for the lift!' Err.. okay. Before even halfway I was about to give up. Tosha looked like she just came out of her buggy bootcamp. I for one didn't know that the trip to see Wicked the musical comes with free work out.
So we went to Starbucks, got our very nice frappucinos which we really really needed, then went to Zara. Got nothing. Tosha checked on her iphone and exclaimed that we needed to go the opposite direction to where we were walking in order to get to the theatre. Along the way there's HnM. We went inside, shopped till we drop with little damage (we really just like looking at stuff), then Tosha said oh we should really make a move since we promised to meet up with her friends around 2pm and it was already 10 to. Right. We quicken our steps, and she said the place is close to Leicester Square tube station. We arrived at Leicester Square tube station pretty much on time, but couldn't find the place. Walked around with iphone in order to get the right direction, and still no luck. Finally she realised that the place is not near Leicester Sq station but opposite to Victoria Station. Which thankfully not that far but we did have to rush.
After the show (which was brilliant. Did I say it was brilliant?), we went to have some drinks and then go home. This involves seeing and eating perfectly straight prawns. How weird.
So to sum up: Wicked, good. 193 stairs, bad. My legs are aching now. I never do workout voluntarily like this!


