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I dreamed that Tennant's Hamlet was coming to the Pantages, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizlet and I rushed over to the box office and got front row seats ($295; I wrote a bad check, god, even in my dreams I'm broke)!
Hamlet, please never come to the Pantages. I mean, not EVER. You can come to the Taper if you want -- but you and me know, David, it's better to avoid LA altogether. Deal?
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lizlet and I rushed over to the box office and got front row seats ($295; I wrote a bad check, god, even in my dreams I'm broke)!Hamlet, please never come to the Pantages. I mean, not EVER. You can come to the Taper if you want -- but you and me know, David, it's better to avoid LA altogether. Deal?
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I went to see Hamlet Saturday before last and it excellently awesome. I only live half an hour from Stratford, but I only knew he was in it because of you.
A comment you made much earlier this year was about some woman stalking him in Stratford. You linked to a UK paper website (which was freaky in itself as the website belongs to the company I worked for at the time) and I clicked around til I was gaspingly aware that Tennant and Stewart were going to be on a stage near me. In Hamlet, which I love. And somewhere incredibly gettable to for me.
The next day I booked tickets after going through with the poor RSC box office lady basically every date they had available, looking for seats that weren't sucky (and they were sold out except for a handful of tickets. I didn't realise at the time I was lucky to have ANY options!). I ended up with two restricted view seats, which turned out not too bad at all.
We didn't meet Tennant, although because we had to walk past the stage door to get to the car park, we did linger at the side of the crowd waiting for a bit. We had already resolved not to get up in the crush, we kind of watched and got a bit hyper from the atmosphere. Someone came out and then said everyone inside had already gone, which may well have been a ruse, but I was happy to trip off into the night, intent on coming back and buying wooden swords and postcards. Which I did. (I now have a secret craving for Mr T to sign my sword, oh boy).
So, thank you for the tip, even though it was unintentional! Sorry for the rambling, but I've come across all giddy again, reliving the night, lol.