This weekend me and my friends were supposed to go to Leeds to visit our friend Fiona, and from there take a trip to Blackpool.
But Fiona fell ill and we couldn't go. This is just life of course, and I hope Fiona gets better real quick (go Fiona!). So today I've been lost and somewhat confused? Me and Kev wandered around Camden in the Paté (ask a french person), drank coffee, ate 'forced on us' thai food and generally kept mentioning how 'we should be in Leeds' by now.
Its a weird mental thing; when you're so expecting to be going on a trip, or doing some certain something, and then suddenly you're not. I like to think I'm flexible, and was quite surprised by how vague I felt today. In fact I'd spent the week building myself up to go on the Pepsi Max Big One rollercoaster in Blackpool. Now that we've rescheduled, I have all this preparedness stored up, and nothing to do with it. It makes me wonder how an understudy must feel at the theatre. All that fear and suspense around whether you'll be called upon or not, just to end with you going home at the end of each night having done nothing - is that how it works? A life of disappointment...?