And now I'm wondering what the hell I was thinking.
Seriously, what madness possessed me? I am going to have to travel to Birmingham by myself. I am going to have to make my way from the station to the hotel by myself. I am going to have to check into the hotel, which involves talking to people like a regular human being, by myself. I am going to have to attempt to make friends with complete strangers in the hopes that I won't end up spending three days sad and alone. I am going to (hopefully, subject to work commitments) meet two of my favourite celebrities and do my best not to embarrass myself horribly in front of them.
And all this when I could have not taken the risk and instead spent the weekend safe and at home with the internet and my DVD box sets.
But I'm tired of playing it safe and not doing things I want to. So I am taking the risk and stepping outside of my comfort zone. I just really hope this goes well and my attempt at being braver and more sociable doesn't blow up in my face and leave me feeling even worse.