Back on days of yore, early 2020, I determined that it would be my Year of Theatre. I went to see one, maybe two shows (one being the really quite amazing Hamlet starring Ruth Negga at St. Ann's Place) (she crawled out into the audience, and I wish I had bought a seat closer to the stage so she could have climbed near me) (I've loved her since Breakfast on Pluto. There weren't many half black half white women in the media back then, so it was easy to fall in love quick) before the pandemic hit, and there were no shows to see. And then I just didn't buy another ticket for awhile. I've decided to change that, I bought a ticket to go see Dead Outlaw on its very final performance. The line was around the block, which didn't make me nervous- I had a seat and time to spare. I bought a ($20) cocktail and a bottle of water, peed, and found my (frankly, perfect) seat in the mezzanine. The woman in front of me was tiny, and I had a full view of the stage. My leg did its little involuntary kick early on which means I'm enjoying myself, and I cried at the end. This being the last show, the director (I think?) came out on stage to say thank you and express how much he loved his cast and crew, and then did an encore. It was amazing, I want to see more. Why not see everything if you live in New York, right?
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