So I came home from work to to find WIMBLEDON TICKETS. Suddenly this is a Happy Wednesday!
Also
don't quote me on this because I have constant paranoia when it comes to being optimistic about seats but- I think we're just to one side of the net
in the front row. Entrance D, Row A.
This is where D is in the Wimbledon seating plan. And A is the first row. Usually. Right? I won't believe it until we're sitting there. But at the very least we have
good seats, even if they aren't front-row-awesome. Which they might be. The only downside is that the Umpire might be in the way and they'll have their backs to us when sitting down but equally they'll be *that close* and many many excellent photo ops in the course of walking to-away from the chairs. And maybe, I don't know. We could sneak out during games and turn the chairs to face us instead of the court and hope they don't notice. They're focusing on their tennis; it's entirely plausible. Ahem.
Please please please, whatever deity out there that I haven't offended yet, make it not rain on June 25th.
Please. And please make Roger be on Centre Court. On that day. I'm aware I'm putting conditions in this now but I'll do anything! Okay, nearly anything. Some things. Like, I won't sacrifice a goat but I could be persuaded to sacrifice say, a wasp. Violently, with a newspaper next time one flies into my room. Then everybody wins.
Wimbledon! Wimbledon Wimbledon! *flails* The only downside about the whole trip is that I bought my train tickets yesterday, finally, and for some reason every train down Saturday had three changes and most of them took almost five hours. Which is just
stupid when Sunday's trains had one change and took three hours, so I'm going Sunday but that's a day less of having crazy London fun. *sadness* Stupid British rail network. I'm not leaving until almost 4pm Thursday though, so there's four days and Sunday night. Which I'm hoping will have
Top Gear. Yay!
Less than a month to go. Dammit. GO QUICKLY.
edit: Of course all this depends on me remembering to pack the tickets to take with me. I command you all - not just
kindoftrouble, all of you! if you have any love for my sanity or your own, since I will complain on LJ and IJ at great length for months if I get to Wimbledon and my Centre Court tickets are back in Wales - for the love of smeg, remind me to
pack the freaking tickets. June 21st please. Comment, poke me, text me, send me pigeon post, just remind me. Please. I've been known to come back to Wales from university with my wallet and all my cards still in Lancaster. I will almost certainly need reminding and even if I don't, it'll be nice to know I have back-up memories working for me. ^_^