by Brooke Beall

After a day of slopping around London with the wonderful freezing rain and wind, Zack, Carrie, Sean Vaughn, and I decided we wanted to see a show. Seeing as this was our first night in London where we were not dying of exhaustion (the night before we all went to bed around 8 p.m.), we thought this would be a wonderful opportunity.

To start off our journey of searching for tickets for War Horse, we decided to go to the box office to see if there were any tickets left. To do this, we hopped on the Tube over to Covent Garden where Zack led us to take the stairs — all 193 of them. With calves burning and a cramp in my side, the stairs seemed like they would never end. I stopped, soon losing sight of the rest of the group. When I finally emerged from the Tube station, it was packed. But there was no sign of anyone I knew. Knowing the plan was to go back to the hostel if one got lost, I decided to go against that and find something to see. After standing in two queues without finding anything but a 60 pound ticket for Wicked with a restricted view (yeah-no), I heard my name. I was found!!! Yay! Then soon after, we got 5 pound tickets for Calendar Girls where we also had restricted views. Restricted view turned out to be facing the audience rather than the stage. We ended up kneeling, scrunched to the end of the row, and leaning over the balcony. Yay...