The Interplay of Fantasy & Life

So my three hour Russian romance blossomed and withered as quickly as the rose colored glasses of new attraction lost their gleam. I can't help but be happy, despite the irrationality of my whirlwind of affections, because at least I did learn is that I can still be attracted to males of the human species! (I was certainly beginning to be worried after a year of general blah toward the gender not occupied by yours truly).

Since Monday, I've relished the discovery that fantasy plays a critical and wonderful role in nourishing the capacity for joy that one can experience in real life. I could not have indulged fantasy and play more heartily and with more abandon than I did with Laura V at Peter and the Starcatcher this afternoon.

I don't possess words sufficient to describe the delight, shock, awe, and sheer respect that I felt for all aspects of the production that I saw. To be sure, I consider myself blessed to have won the ticket lottery to get $27 orchestra seats!

----> Just look at the glee on their faces! It's palpable in the entire theater, y'all! I have never before been so impressed nor so awed by the strength of an actor's convictions than I was with Christian Borle's rendition of Black Stache. I don't envy the task his replacement will have to undertake to follow him...

Anyone who is in New York and has not seen Peter & the Starcatcher MUST go ASAP before the mighty Christian Borle leaves on June 30th. It is very likely that I will aggressively pursue opportunities to see the show again before he leaves!

Wishing you delight and freedom from sadness,

A Broadway Baby