I am going to see Spamalot tonight or, Even Sweet Transvestites Win Once in a While.

Indiana University - blessed IU - can sometimes be extremely supportive of my nerd love, and there are very few things that I love more than Medieval mythology and funny British men.  The speak to me, deep in my soul, and I cannot help but love everything about them.  So, when I heard that IU was putting on Spamalot, the musical based on Monty Python's The Holy Grail, I could do little but stare agape, drooling in utter disbelief and excitement, waiting for tickets to go on sale.

And then I waited a little too long.  My friend and I (the friend that usually accompanies me on my less-than-typically-teenage escapades) went to purchase tickets about a month ago.  A month, we reasoned, gave us enough time to get good seats yet not seem too eager.  We wanted to seduce this play like a love long lusted after, not like a first date fumble. Or maybe it was just me.

I like to daydream a lot.

And so we went to get tickets, and found that the only seats left were all the way to one side of the auditorium or in the balcony.  Apparently, treating popular musical adaptations of movies like dates you want to impress is not the way you are supposed to go about these things.  We ended up getting the seats that were closer to the stage instead of the balcony seats in the middle of everything.  Problem is, I am short and very nearsighted, so either of these choices were probably going to be difficult.

So, tonight we see Spamalot. Me for the first time and my friend for the third.  It will be totally awesome.