So I had another dream last night (it must be the praline and caramel ice cream I've been eating). It was outside. There were fireworks, then I went to an outdoor concert. I don't remember anything of it except the end. A girl was on stage singing "You'll Never Walk Alone" from Carousel. I was sitting at the front, and all the other performers were sitting directly in front of me. And I realized that one of them was Michael Ball. So I tried to gather up my courage to go up to him when my alarm went off. So I hit snooze. The same dream started-the fireworks, the concert. The girl was singing the song, then Michael went up to take over for her. And this time I really was going to approach him, but my alarm went off. Again. Dammit. Weird, though. I guess it's because I have Michael singing that song on mp3, but still. Ah, Michael. My one true love. Particularly since Ioan got a girlfriend.
I was reading the newspaper this morning when what do I see but an ad for fares to London. They're $114 one-way (based on a round-trip flight on weekdays). Travel in February or March. From Dulles. On Virgin Atlantic. Bastards. I wish I had money. Particularly since I just discovered that Michael will be in a show that has previews starting March 19. Argh. And the sad thing is, I'm like, "I could charge it. I can afford that." London for $250 (I'm including tax, there)? Add another $100 or so for lodging. No. No! Damn. Please, can I go?
Current song in my head:
"On the Right Track" from Pippin