Where are the f**king roadsigns?!

I'll post properly later, but in a nutshell I've just returned from a fab weekend with eloise_bright and princess_s, also meeting the lovely bcassie and alexis_fan. The short synopsis of things:

• Random spotting of Gary Barlow. This was, of course, the highlight of the entire weekend.
  
• Saw the play All My Sons... Oh, so so brilliant. Angst and heartache and shocks and... *flails* The cast, all of them, were just superb. The father (Michael Byrne) broke my heart.
  
• Saw Alexis Denisof. Saw Alexis Denisof at the beginning of Act 2 in white vest top. Hello biceps and shoulders *sigh*
  
• Met Michael Byrne at stage door - aside from blowing our minds with the play, he was also the cool evil Nazi dude in Indiana Jone and the Last Crusade who goes over the cliff in a tank. The general geeking out began here.
  
• MET ALEXIS DENISOF ZOMG AND SAID HELLO AND BRAIN MELTED BUT I THINK WE GOT A PICTURE (Photos will have to wait as I need to use the rest of the film up. Yes, a real film, not one of these digital contraptions *zpit*)
  
• LB discovered that she can cope happily with about 1/2 hour of Supernatural squee, nay, even participate, before her brain wanders and she's back on pondering the beauties of Bob and the Bird etc.
  
• eloise_bright discovered that a year's worth of repressed Supernatural squee will take about seven hours and two bottles of wine to even begin scratching the surface.
  
• Mpreg fics are worth their weight in gold, especially when it involves Sam and Dean and their happy home with a red quilt with a motorcycle on it. Alcohol consumption only increases such fic's value, and can also induce more crack!Fic involving a John Mpreg (maybe with Jim) or a Bob Mpreg (involving an archangel).
  
• Liverpool suffers from a severe lack of road signs, and taxi drivers have no road sense. Recommend a streetmap or a valium, whichever is closest to hand.