but I could not handle losing my mind like I did three weeks ago. That was too much to bear. Telling my sister about it on the phone I started crying again; it was the first time she's seen me break down since our mom's funeral. I think she did not like seeing her big sister brought so low.
So I really empathized with the lead character in My Perfect Mind, a play based on the real life experience of Edward Petherbridge, who suffered a stroke two days into rehearsal for King Lear (which he'd gone to New Zealand to do). The play's actually done by Edward Petherbridge, and he's a treat to watch, and his stories of a life in the theater are really engaging; plus there's lots of King Lear thrown in there. I had to call and call trying to get just one little ticket to see this show last night, but it was absolutely worth the effort, worth the money (under £20!), and worth the time invested (a mere 90 minutes!).
I'm glad it was all so cheery because I've had a lot to be down about the last four months - I feel like shit, I've been treated like shit, and I've had way too much to worry about and zero control over most anything.
More appropriate for a cheery evening out was Halbwelt Kultur, an evening celebrating the Weimar era cabaret scene that I couldn't help but think booklectic (and may others) would have loved. It's over now, though it may come up in a full production (this was a workshop).
Meanwhile, you can still see the simple but excellent Moby Dick at the Arcola Theater. Seriously, anybody who can take you out on the open ocean with three step stools and a plank deserves respect, and it's a mesmerizing show to boot. Do it!