Pink at G-A-Y was fucking amazing. So many people are saying it was better than when Madonna was there, and she's apparently broken the record for longest act to play there (it was 1hr 15mins, and she played something like 17 songs).
I was very close to being at the front of the stage, I was only a few lines back! She looked directly into my eyes, I knew all the words and most of the crowd at the front was smaller than me, so I was tall enough to get noticed. Oh it was so cool. She looked at me!!! *dies*
The only bad thing about the night was how cramped it was. Like I knew it would be packed, but it was so packed you couldn't move and everyone's sweat was rubbing on you. normally I have nothing against being packed between hot sweaty men, but this went on for hours. She didn't start playing until 2am, and we had expected to get on stage for like 11/11.30pm... mum had to leave early so she could get the first train, I asked her to leave me £20 and told her I'd find my way back at some point. It was worth the wait.
Really good pics can be found at www.newspics.com (Go to 'Pictures' and then P!nk at G-A-Y) - if those shots that have some of the crowd in were like, 1/2 lines back, I would have been in them. I can't believe I was so close to her!
So anyway I missed the last train and I was just talking to random people, telling them about my plight. Everyone was so nice about it, even people offering me to stay at theirs. I thought the train station opened at 5.30am which was only an hour and a half away at that point, so I turned 'em down.
However, I forgot it was now Sunday morning - the train station didn't open until 7am. So I stood around for like 3 hours. That was really hard. And the London creeps started coming out of the wood work. Some guy came up to me and asked me the way to Picadilly Circus, and I was like "No I don't know where I am, I have work in a few hours and I haven't been to sleep since 6.30 yesterday morning." And then he was like, "Maybe we should go and find some shelter." And started complimenting the colour of my eyes and saying I'm cute and shit, and seriously, in the middle of a London street, just screamed "OH MY GOD I LOOK LIKE A RENT BOY". People smirked. It was so funny, looking back it at all.
Then some other guy stopped, he was actually pretty hot, explained how he was just thrown out of 'Sin' (a night club). Then he started talking about how he doesn't know if he's bisexual or not, he was like, "Don't get me wrong man I love women, I dunno, there's something about 'em, but I have thought about kissing men and stuff in the past." And I'm like doing my best to be nice, what with me being in an absolutely foul mood, and having been awake for 22 hours. Then he was like, "I can't believe I'm standing here talking about my sexuality, I've never talked about it to anyone before!" And then he offered me back to his for a cup of tea, and was like, "I'm not like asking you as a gay thing, just I don't want to leave you standing here for another hour and a half, it's freezing." I decided not to go with him, half of me expects he was completely gay and he just pretended to not be in order to pull men, and I had the feeling I wasn't the only person he's ever asked back for "a cup of tea". He was still sweet though.
Anyway, got home at about 8.30am. Work started at 11am, until 5.30pm. I figured if I went to sleep for 1 hour, I would feel worse than if I had no sleep, so I just kept going. Eventually, I got to sleep at 9pm last night. I had been awake for over 38 hours. Whew!
It was a great great night though, even with the weirdoes (that was kinda part of the fun). Whoo!!