“Hello, National Theatre box office, how can I help you?”
“Yeah, hello, I’m calling about ‘Caroline, or Change?’ I wanted to book tickets? But I looked on your website and it wasn’t listed anymore, so I was wondering if it—“
“It closed last night.”
“WHAT?! Oh my God! I’m sorry, I just—what? I am going to have to go and stick something sharp in my eye. I can’t believe—aaargh!”
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“What? Oh, no, no thanks. You have a nice night.”
I am such and idiot. IDIOT. I don’t deserve to live in a big city with lots of theatre and other cultural opportunities. I cannot BELIEVE I let “Caroline, or Change” slip by without seeing it!!! Seriously, what kind of a moron am I? I’m so mad at myself I could spit. Or drink my tea in what I hope is a suitably angry fashion. And I have no one to blame but myself. And you know what the most annoying part is? I wasn’t even being lazy before Christmas—I saw loads of shows, had a brilliant time, but I just couldn’t prioritize. There’s just too much culture in this city. Grr. Well, that settles it: I’m going to see Love Song tomorrow before I forget and miss out on the awesomeness of Cillian Murphy.