Score!

The Royal Shakespeare Company is in town, and I had a sweet obstructed view ticket to The Seagull tonight. I generally like Chekov because he always has some loser like me who was ambitious and always meant to do something with his life but never quite got around to it. Seagull's playing in repertory with King Lear, starring Ian McKellan. Seeing him in Richard III at the Kennedy Center in 1992 was one of my transcendent nights in the theater, but I missed out on tickets to Lear.

Anyhoo, as I was on my way to the gorgeous Harvey Theater in the Brooklyn Academy of Music complex--it looks all bombed out, like some Bavarian Statsoper, circa April 1945--I had the idea that McKellen would be subbing in Seagull tonight, and lo, he did! The part, Sorin, isn't very big, but he was adorable with the bulbous alkie nose, Lear-beard, and Harpo Marx fright wig.

As if that weren't enough luck enough for one night, I whipped into Pathmark to reload on fat-free yogurt and romaine lettuce (I'm on a Caesar salad kick) and the bus came 2 minutes after I got to the stop, putting me at my door in 18 minutes. If you own tires, I don't expect you to understand.