I’ve said it before (although not here) – experiences are what make life.  In my view, it doesn’t matter how much or how little these experiences cost, but they’re so much better than material goods.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m as much of a material girl as every other 21st century female (now with Madonna in my head), but I honestly would rather spend my money on experiences.

Tomorrow it will have been exactly two weeks since I arrived home from the UK and Paris.  I spent a lot of my savings (although slightly less than I’d anticipated which was a big yay), but it was all so worth it.  I had the most amazingly awesomely fantastic time, with great company, which is all anyone can ask for really.  Three West End musicals in as many days.  Paris in the summer.  Finding ourselves in the middle of nowhere on a tiny road amongst Welsh hills.  Conning our way into various places as various ages other than our own.  Flirting with the cute French gelato guy.  The Moulin Rouge in the Twilight.  Rhyl beach at 1am.  Pere Lachaise and Oscar Wilde.  Fireworks.  And the little things.  I want to travel some more – I have the itch, the bug.  Europe definitely feels like my second home.  In fact, I almost feel more at home there than I do here.  I love New Zealand, but the history and culture of Europe – my history and culture – just has so much more of a draw to me, for whatever reason.  Paris, je t’aime.  Europe, te amo.

On Wednesday night I saw the one and only Patti LuPone in concert with Mandy Patinkin (who is also fairly awesome, but let’s face it – he’s no Patti).  It was incredible.  I was probably the youngest person in the audience, but that was okay with me.  It may sound weird, but it just felt incredible to see her perform on a stage where I’ve performed, knowing that she was in the wings I’ve been in.  I don’t know why, but it was just an incredibly cool sensation.  And she was every bit as awesome as I’d hoped.

This post doesn’t really have very much flow.  It’s rather all over the place.  My typing is trying to keep up with my train of thought, and failing miserably.  I think too much, far too rapidly in a far too random way.  It can be frustrating at times, as it means I sometimes forget what I was trying to say halfway through saying it.  Probably why I’ve always sucked at making lecture notes (and debating rebuttal notes for that matter).

I should probably head to bed.  Work awaits me in the morning.

One final thing – everyone should try and see more live theatre.  Nothing beats the magic of it.  Of all my experiences, the musicals I’ve seen rank pretty high up there.  For two or three hours, you’re transported to another world, and it’s fabulous.  If I could, I would spend the rest of my life travelling and seeing musicals.  Starlight Express next Wednesday.  And then the world awaits.

“Life’s a show, and we all play our parts.”
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”

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