I’m no longer in close proximity to Court Theatre, so if Denis O’Hare and Lisa Peterson are doing a one-night only staged reading in New York of their upcoming follow-up to An Illiad, this time about the Bible—well, I’m there. Especially if Dean Margaret Mitchell of the Divinity School is making her stage debut.
Also, F. Murray Abraham as St. Paul, is that not ridiculously perfect. Also, F. Murray Abraham noticing in the middle of the Q&A that his fly has been unzipped the entire time. (And then, I kid you not, stopping mid-sentence while answering a question to look me in the eye and say “hi”?? What on earth is going on? Are we friends now? Can I call him just Murray? The first thing listed in his bio in the program is “Macy’s Santa.”)
What we’re reading
The excitement of the birthday week is over, but it was really good. Nice low-key party to cap it off—and I actually remember this year’s. Not that one type of celebration is necessarily better than the other, but what I need in 2014 is different from what I needed last year.
(Plus, it has to be said that if I were the type of person who took outfit selfies I would have been all over last night. Faux leather crop top, and great leggings my mom made for me, and excellent makeup, and of course the new hair. I’m really into myself, but it was my birthday so it’s okay.)
Now I can start looking forward to the rest of the month, and to the change of season, and to my favorite time of year.