Dear Lady with the Giant Martini,
We’ve never officially met. You sat next to my husband at the opening night of that play last Thursday. When we arrived, there were two seats next to us, one of which was reserved for an actor (you’ll recall that there was a lot of interaction with the audience during this particular show). We were just commenting that the seat that wasn’t reserved might stay open, since people tend to buy tickets to the theatre in pairs. No sooner than we had mentioned this, you arrived. Continue reading
Yesterday a friend casually mentioned getting “rush” tickets for a Virginia Rep show. Did you all know about this? How did I not? (Maybe it was on facebook.) Just in case you’re in the dark too, Virginia Rep is now selling tickets for same day shows, 2 hours before the show for a (significantly) reduced price! Here are the details.
So last evening we went to see Night Blooms, for nearly half price on a random Thursday night. While I love a planned evening at the theatre, there’s something equally sweet about a seeing a show I hadn’t even thought about over breakfast that morning. The show itself was well-written and well-acted. The relationships between characters were grey and complicated; the ending hopeful while resisting tying the whole thing up in big fluffy bow.
Today I was getting ready to sit down and write something about how awesome this one little unexpected surprise was, when I realized I’ve had a week full of them. From the big (seeing elk at the end of a long hike in Rocky Mountain National Park last Thursday) to the small (that delicious bowl of carrot, coconut, curry soup on Monday). I suppose it’s actually not so much about the awesome things, as it is the open-ness to seeing the awesome.