02:02: the cad was nice enough to inform me that today, the 7th, is the birthday of the woman who ages backwards. i bring this up because she is one of the reasons why i fell in love with theatre.
i watched my first big show when i was around 12. les miserables. boy, did that make an impression. i was absolutely riveted throughout the whole play. well, except maybe for empty chairs & empty tables. still, i thought the music was terrific. the set, despite my lack of fondness for the set designer, had me in awe. and the performers were truly impressive. i remember loving javert and jean valjean. but my favorite performance, albeit not my favorite character, was from the woman who ages backwards. she played fantine and made my hair stand on end and made me cry. apparently, i wasn't alone in thinking the local staging was brilliant, as my brother felt the same even after having seen the same play on west end.
i have since had the pleasure of working with this woman twice, and will be working with her again very soon. now i see her as a sweet, silly, infectious (i picked up all my "que" expressions from her), hyperactive, REAL person. but it hasn't made her any less of an icon in my eyes. que wonderful, this person!
not that she'd ever read this... but happy birthday to the woman who ages backwards! perhaps i should give you a baseball bat to keep the drooling milf-fan-boys at bay. :)
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