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This day has been the sort that you just endure until its over, and it's getting worse.
Two people are undergoing surgery.
The first is my father, and no, I'm not going into the details on LJ. When I called home to find out what was up with Dad, my mother would only tell me that he was still in surgery and she'd call later - but her idea of encouragement was to say "don't worry" (Hello? Father? SURGERY?) and to advise prayer, because being worried about my dad is not reason enough for her to forgo yet another dig about my atheism. Silly me, I thought we could put that off until we had the by-now 15-year-old annual fight about hauling me unwillingly to church on Christmas Eve.
The other is David Tennant, who has a slipped disc, poor guy. They say he will not be back in Hamlet "before Christmas," and since my tickets are for the 29th, my chances of seeing him are probably nil.
Plan B is taking their offer of exchanging tickets (but I think Hamlet is the only one with a Monday performance) or seeing Hamlet anyway (it's not like the RSC does bad performances)... but in that event, I do wish it was a play I was fonder of.
I hate waiting. Mother hasn't called back yet. He's out of surgery okay; we will know more tomorrow, and Mother reminds me that no news is good news, although frankly? I'd rather have hourly "no, everything's fine" messages.
Two people are undergoing surgery.
The first is my father, and no, I'm not going into the details on LJ. When I called home to find out what was up with Dad, my mother would only tell me that he was still in surgery and she'd call later - but her idea of encouragement was to say "don't worry" (Hello? Father? SURGERY?) and to advise prayer, because being worried about my dad is not reason enough for her to forgo yet another dig about my atheism. Silly me, I thought we could put that off until we had the by-now 15-year-old annual fight about hauling me unwillingly to church on Christmas Eve.
The other is David Tennant, who has a slipped disc, poor guy. They say he will not be back in Hamlet "before Christmas," and since my tickets are for the 29th, my chances of seeing him are probably nil.
Plan B is taking their offer of exchanging tickets (but I think Hamlet is the only one with a Monday performance) or seeing Hamlet anyway (it's not like the RSC does bad performances)... but in that event, I do wish it was a play I was fonder of.
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I hope your dad is better, I'm sorry your mom is giving you agita and there's fuck all to be done about Tennant.
This bunneh disapproves of the bullshit you are going through.
BUT pre-Christmas in London? I'm sure there's all kinds of cool things you can do instead of stand in Hamlet. Providing that London is open after 5 pm, which I thought it wasn't in the 90's.
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It'll be post-Christmas in London, but unless the entire West End melts down, I won't be able to complain about who I do or don't get to see... I've got tickets for four plays, and if Tennant is still out (okay, a part of me keeps hoping he'll be back in the nick of time) I'll have seen Patrick Stewart, John Barrowman, Rowan Atkinson, Burn Gorman, and Derek Jacobi.
Sooooo... five out of six isn't anything to complain about!
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i hate to say it, since i am way in love with david tennant, but derek jacobi is worth about 15 of him. so even though you'll probably miss DT's hamlet, you are still on the side of WIN. plsu, you know, patrick stewart will still be the best claudius ever.
sending well wishes to you and your dad. <3<3<3
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