Tuesday, June 19, 2012
But there were also some beautiful spot paintings
We had to make it back into town quickly for the show, so we had a quick lunch at Costa on Shaftesbury Avenue, and Kevin's friend Britt joined us for that. And then we headed in for a long day's journey into night. We sat on the front row.
At intermission Kevin and I boggled our eyes at each other like we couldn't believe how great this all was. We grabbed some Diet Cokes in the lobby and launched into accolades, until we decided we needed to go outside because Kevin said the lobby smelled like "BO and pipe smoke." While outside we found that, in addition to being beautifully directed and artfully acted, this play had a very unique and special Production Consultant:
After the show Kevin and I said adios until tomorrow, and I decided to take the bus home. But SURPRISE! The famous number 9 has been changed to number 14, and it doesn't take you where the map says it will. So I hopped off down on Fulham Road and rented a bike. It was a nice evening; it doesn't get dark here until 10:30 or 11 in June, and the weather was great. I listened to my ipod and thought about Eugene O'Neill as I pedalled up Queen's Gate. It was a momentous show tonight and I was glad for a little time to process it.