I've seen him in 27 different roles (edit: 31--I had forgotten a few), but had never seen him on stage before, and that's something I really wanted more than just about anything. And here he was, coming to NY, instead of his usual London. Come hell or high water, I decided I would be there. After all, it's only a six hour flight, so how could I not?
On the way back home, I had several hours in the airport, so I wrote down my experience. It turned out to be quite a lot, so I decided to transcribe it onto a blog, with a bit of editing, and then let everyone read about it. Here it is:
January 17th, 2011
I'm sitting at JFK, having a glass of white wine. I've never ordered wine at an airport before; it always seemed like an expensive extravagance. But I've got a few hours to wait, and I thought, why not? It's a huge glass, too. I'll have to make it last so I don't get all squiffy. What a great excuse to sit at the one relatively quiet place in the airport and write a letter! In the end, this turned out to be pretty long, so I've divided it up into chapters.
Everything you ever wanted to know about one particular weekend in my life, and so much more!
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