I may treat myself to a showing of Phantom of the Opera next month. I’ve seen it a couple times before, once in San Francisco and once here. Musicals typically don’t do much for me, but I have a soft spot for this one. The whole disfigured-artist-suffering-from-unrequited-love thing somehow resonates with me for reasons I can’t explain. And it’s playing at the Orpheum, which is only a few blocks from my building. There’s a whole string of theaters in my neighborhood; the Orpheum, the State, the Pantages. And in another year or so, the new Guthrie will be completed on the riverfront, also within walking distance. See, this is why I live downtown. Even though I may only make it to these establishments a couple times a year, I like knowing they’re nearby.
Just passed 200 pages in the book. About friggin’ time.
200 pages, huh??? Hmmm. And stop with all the unrequited love crap. You’ve had more dates in the last 3 months than I’ve had in the last year. I’ll be waiting for my email.