I just found myself a gift for my birthday in July ... 2006.
The American Conservatory Theater sent me the flyer for their 2005-2006 season. I leaf through it leisurely to see what's playing.
The Overcoat. Yeah, that sounds good.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof - excellent classic! I like Tennessee Williams.
Sexual Perversity in Chicago? Hmmm, this could be right up my depraved alley. Ah, it's David Mamet. Sounds promising.
The Rivals. Never heard of this one either. Oh, but I *have* heard about Mrs. Malaprop, and the quotes are just delightful.
And I turn one of the last pages, and ...
There is James Cromwell's dignified melancholy face. He is playing King Lear. King Fucking Lear!
Excuse my language, but that's news that warrants strong language. I saw him five years ago in "The Invention of Love", and - don't stop me if you've heard this before - what a performance! Be still, my heart! I cried like a girl, he made my heart ache so for him.
I am not going to miss this one if I can help it. I have 14 months to stock up on tissues.