Hamilton and train tickets
Apr. 7th, 2018 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cosmolinguistI'm awake early so have an update.
Hamilton was pretty good, despite my disappointment at the lack of accessibility. The staff were pretty good with other kinds of accessibility, spotting Richard and his walking stick in the big (but fast-moving) queue to get in and being that little bit encouraging when he'd originally said "no, I'm fine to wait in the queue" which I enjoyed seeing because I know, since I know him, that he wouldn't say he was fine if he wasn't, other people would and so the "are you sure?" seems to be protecting against excessive Britishness.
I was so glad I thought to bring my little monocular with me, a low-vision gadget normally used for reading train departure boards or shitty lecture slides. It only magnifies a tiny area -- I could see a person at a time on the stage, or two if they were standing close together -- and it was too tiring to use all the time, but it did help me appreciate a little of the choreography and the other clever stuff I'd been sad about missing. I couldn't hold the thing up to my face for anything like the whole time (it reminded me of doing this in grade school when we watched movies, no wonder I hated movies until I was a teenager), and it's still a pretty spoon-eating way to watch a play. But it meant I wasn't miserable. I underestimated how helpful it would be that I knew every word of the thing so usually knew who to look for in terms of what was likely to be an interesting bit.
Otherwise, I have surely used up all of my luck when it comes to not losing my bus pass, railcard and in this case first-class train tickets home from London. I got a message I saw at the end of Hamilton on Facebook from a person who works for Virgin Trains, found my little plastic wallet with all these things in, searched Facebook for my name, found the person most likely to be the match for the name on the railcard and bus pass, and messaged me to tell me this. I hadn't even noticed the tickets were missing yet so even though this was accompanied by the huge relief of being able to expect them back soon, I still had a little anxiety attack which, on top of how much the ending of Hamilton puts you through an emotional wringer anyway, meant I was completely out of spoons about four hours before I could relax.
Still, I'm going to write to Virgin when I get home and tell them whatever they do to commend their staff they should do for this woman who went above and beyond for me. And finally something useful comes of Facebook!
Also, having always been so careful with making sure I have this on me, I've now lost it twice in a short time and am kind of horrified to be this version of myself I don't recognize.
Hamilton was pretty good, despite my disappointment at the lack of accessibility. The staff were pretty good with other kinds of accessibility, spotting Richard and his walking stick in the big (but fast-moving) queue to get in and being that little bit encouraging when he'd originally said "no, I'm fine to wait in the queue" which I enjoyed seeing because I know, since I know him, that he wouldn't say he was fine if he wasn't, other people would and so the "are you sure?" seems to be protecting against excessive Britishness.
I was so glad I thought to bring my little monocular with me, a low-vision gadget normally used for reading train departure boards or shitty lecture slides. It only magnifies a tiny area -- I could see a person at a time on the stage, or two if they were standing close together -- and it was too tiring to use all the time, but it did help me appreciate a little of the choreography and the other clever stuff I'd been sad about missing. I couldn't hold the thing up to my face for anything like the whole time (it reminded me of doing this in grade school when we watched movies, no wonder I hated movies until I was a teenager), and it's still a pretty spoon-eating way to watch a play. But it meant I wasn't miserable. I underestimated how helpful it would be that I knew every word of the thing so usually knew who to look for in terms of what was likely to be an interesting bit.
Otherwise, I have surely used up all of my luck when it comes to not losing my bus pass, railcard and in this case first-class train tickets home from London. I got a message I saw at the end of Hamilton on Facebook from a person who works for Virgin Trains, found my little plastic wallet with all these things in, searched Facebook for my name, found the person most likely to be the match for the name on the railcard and bus pass, and messaged me to tell me this. I hadn't even noticed the tickets were missing yet so even though this was accompanied by the huge relief of being able to expect them back soon, I still had a little anxiety attack which, on top of how much the ending of Hamilton puts you through an emotional wringer anyway, meant I was completely out of spoons about four hours before I could relax.
Still, I'm going to write to Virgin when I get home and tell them whatever they do to commend their staff they should do for this woman who went above and beyond for me. And finally something useful comes of Facebook!
Also, having always been so careful with making sure I have this on me, I've now lost it twice in a short time and am kind of horrified to be this version of myself I don't recognize.
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Date: 2018-04-07 07:15 am (UTC)I’m glad that Hamilton was enjoyable even with decent accessibility though
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Date: 2018-04-07 04:19 pm (UTC)I’m glad the HAMILTON was worth experiencing.