My ticket for the Four Star Mary gig in Hastings came today. I have my train ticket (for the day before – not getting stranded and missing it this time!), I know where it is (The Crypt – my old stamping ground, though it’s changed a bit in the last few years from the looks of things), and if all goes well, I have people to go with – not that I won’t be going if that falls through. I’m all set. Third time lucky, I bloody well hope.
I avoided watching Buffy tonight. Why? Because What’s My Line 1 was on. And I just couldn’t bear to watch it, and see Spike and Dru in all their original wonderfully evil glory. It’s pathetic. I am, that is. I mean, I like hero!Spike, I like where he’s gone this season (except for that cringeworthy phase when he was practically grovelling at Buffy’s feet – eeuuugggghhh!!! That was nasty). But Crush…. my S/D ‘shipperness came screaming back – not that it ever really went anywhere – and now I’m jonesing for dark and delicious S/D. I want to see them together again, both at full strength and deadly and…. guhhhh…. [It’s just a TV show, it’s just a TV show, it’s just a TV show] So strange as it seems, I can’t bring myself to watch them as they were back in season 2, all the while knowing that Spike didn’t choose Dru in Crush, despite all those fabulous electric moments between them in that ep. *sigh* I’m pathetic. I’m obsessed. Oh well.
