Aida

Saw Aida tonight.  Quite good.  Set wasn’t the best, though.  Plus I didn’t get a pass into the Utzon Room (the horror, the outrage, the sheer egotism of expecting to get in, of it all!).  On the upshot, I spent the night sat next to Jonathan Biggins, an experience which has made its way to the top of my list of “getting close to Travesties” events.  Not that I said anything to him, of course.  If I had my Travesties script with me things might have been different (my wanting to get all the cast/crew’s autographs in my copy of Travesties).  But there was no point asking for an autograph on a random piece of paper – I don’t want to have to paste it into my script.  (Clearly these rules I set for myself are going to make it all but impossible for myself to ever achieve this dream, because I’m going to have to meet each person twice in a short amount of time – once to meet them, a second time to bring the script along (because I’m not going to carry the script around with me forevermore on the offchance.)

Hit the halfway point of Anna Karenina on the train into the city tonight too.

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