Tonight I attend the third performance of The Letter in Santa Fe. On Tuesday I’ll fly back to Connecticut, and the next day I fling myself into the maelstrom of summer theater in New England. Lest you think I exaggerate, I’m seeing Westport Country Playhouse’s revival of Alan Ayckbourn’s How the Other Half Loves on Wednesday afternoon and Goodspeed Musicals’ Camelot that same night, then writing and filing my review of both shows the following morning. Somewhere along the way, I also hope to get some sleep.
Needless to say, you won’t be hearing much from me in this space until next week. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of CAAF and OGIC. In the meantime, suffice it to say that my stay in Santa Fe has been magical–the whole thing scarcely seems real–and I can’t yet come to grips with the prospect of returning to my regular life. I know I’ll enjoy it once I get there, but right now I wish I could stay in Santa Fe long enough to see the last three performances of The Letter. I seem to be developing a taste for taking curtain calls!
More after it happens.
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