Working in the Cultural Office has its perks. Among them is being able to scoop up tickets to things people can't attend or don't want to. Tuesday I was lucky enough to snap up tickets to Cause Celebre at the Old Vic theatre in Waterloo. I had been wanting to see something there but just hadn't made a point of doing so.
As it so happened, it was press night for the play. And I had to collect the tickets at the drinks reception beforehand. I stood there, clutching my tickets, sipping on a glass of white wine when who should walk around the corner, his should brushing just past mine, but Kevin Spacey. The one and only. Looking better than he looks on screen, much lovelier in person. I nearly fainted. My heart felt, like for a moment, it stopped beating. It's the kind of shock you get when you see someone you don't expect to see - ever - and the excitement of the moment gets to you.
The play was fantastic. The theatre intimate without any bad seats. I really enjoyed myself.
But also in my little white envelope were tickets to the after party held at Baltic, a block away from the theatre. Talk about luck. Open bar, great food, lively crowd. And more Kevin. He graciously thanked everyone for coming, encouraged us to drink liberally, and spoke briefly about the Old Vic and that night's play. I could listen to the man read the phone book. Seriously.
It was great night. I expect I won't get too many chances to experience that kind of thing in my life. For one night I got a taste of what it's like to be in the room. And it's fucking fantastic.
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