Collectormania!

So, the last few days were so awesome I'm still grinning. Spent most of Thursday on the train, nothing major there, spent the evening watching Indiana Jones and Due South. Friday me and Laura went up to Highbury and Islington (London, for you folks who are either clueless or not English) for a James Marsters concert. You get a lot of puzzled looks when you're in a queue of 1,200 people all waiting to get into a church - yes, a church, it's been converted and acts as a concert venue sometimes. One bright spark, when told why we were there, asked "Does he live here, then?" ...Yes, dude, he lives in a church. Really.

Recognised a few regulars from other concerts - luckily none of the scarier ones. Refreshingly, nobody seemed to be drunk. Saw a couple of nifty wolf tattoos in the crowd, too (mine's better though!) We were bright enough to bring cushions; most people weren't. Even with James Marsters singing, hard wooden pews aren't fun. The warmup act was a guy called Dan Akio - he's pretty good, sounds kinda like David Gray and has a good sense of humour. He compared us to Dawn of the Dead extras - apparently the die-harders had been hanging around local parks all day. Then someone's phone rang...
"Hello?"
"Did she actually just answer it? How rude! Bad parenting!"
Then Steve came on - he's James' manager or something official like that. He has his own little fan club of screamers. Then James, finally - amazingly he didn't break a guitar string this time, just the mic stand. Played all our favourite songs.

Afterwards we bought Red Bull at Waterloo Station. Well, we were already very hyper, and I'm pretty certain everyone thought we were drunk once we started on the RB. Got home about midnight, I think, don't really remember. It's kind of an adrenaline-fuelled blur.

Saturday was mostly a music exchange and more Due South. It was Laura's mum's birthday so we went to a really nice restaurant for dinner, then passed out in front of the TV with glasses of Cointreau.

And Sunday was Collectormania. For those poor souls who don't know, Collectormania is a big sci-fi/fantasy/horror convention. Man, was it fun. Bought lots of pretty things - photos, T-shirts, a nifty werewolf candle holder thing. Could have spent a lot more. Oh, one other thing - I now own a signed photo of me being hugged by James Marsters. Yes. Really. It still hasn't quite sunk in.

Then a talk in the evening by James, a Q&A session which was pretty fun. Steve basically insinuated that James was gay, which was damned amusing. The fans' questions were pretty diverse - ranging pretty much from smut to philosophy. Very long day, though, eight thirty a.m. to ten thirty p.m.

Then another day of thrilling train rides, and I'm here talking about one of the best weekends of my life. Seriously, it was amazing. Okay, so I came home to damp depressing weather and the knowledge that I have a tutorial tomorrow (which I don't intend going to; one, I'm too tired, and two, I just can't be bothered) but I don't care. I haven't felt this good in a long time. Needless to say, the first person to ruin my mood is going to pay in blood, but for now I think I'll go stroke my new possessions and grin. And maybe contact a few people and rub their noses in what they missed.