The Return of Operation Oscar (the full story)
Okay, so hereās the full story. Because I realize that this was technically my fourth trip to NYC since Operation Oscar, but the one in October didnāt technically count since that was me going to support @lisazamanart at her gallery show. Anyway.
Ironically, it was at that gallery show that I first learned about the play, since that had just been announced. And when I got home, I got me a membership to BAM, and I was going to be a responsible adult and get cheaper tickets, but then I thought about it, and since one of the shows was ON MY BIRTHDAY, Iā¦ was not responsible at all and got 2nd row tickets, dead center. Because it was my birthday and YOLO.
The person who was supposed to go with me couldnāt, so I ended up talking my mom into taking the bus into the city (itās only like a 1.5 hour ride, and even though way more expensive than it used to be, still easy.) So I was not only excited to see Oscar, but also my mom on my actual birthday.
Thennnnnn on the Saturday before my birthday (which is also the day the play opened, and my uncleās birthday) I had a seizure? I think? Still not entirely sure what happened, but IĀ ended up in the hospital for a couple days but the whole time I felt fine and I was like we are NOT cancelling the NYC trip because I will literally cry and Iāve been looking forward to it for so longā¦ so, long story short, after a little back and forth, I got out of the hospital on 6 Feb and flew to NYC on 9 Feb. YOLO!
So anyway, Lisa and I had been talking before my flight, basic stuff like how I was going to the city and she was leaving to go back to London, and how it sucked that we would miss each other because weād really like to say hello and stuff. I got to NYC, grabbed a cab from LaGuardia to Brooklyn, and got to my hotel. I was supposed to text my mom when I got there, since she was already in the room, and I was walking into the lobby doing just that when a tiny British woman tackled me and I was like,Ā āLISA?!ā and as it turns out, this is the hotel she always stays at in Brooklyn and my mom and I had just picked it by chance because it was super close to the theater and VOILA, Lisa and I got to see each other anyway! My mom couldnāt figure out what was taking me so long and who I could possibly find to talk to in our hotel lobby so I got to introduce them and it was the most lovely totally unexpected surprise. And I got all the theater and stage door dirt from her, too. šš
So the next day after breakfast, we went exploring a bit and we did find the theater, then went to the amazing pizzeria on the corner and back to the hotel to relax until it was play time. And let me tell you, for the size of the theater and the three-hour (with intermission) run time and our second row seats, I would have been happy. Oscar Isaac was like twenty feet away from me most of the night of my birthday and what else could I have asked for? But then after the show we decided to check out the stage door and we found it quite easily. There were only like maybe? 20? people waiting at the stage door, all very polite and well-mannered and very cognizant of the barricade theyād put up. All the cast came out, we cheered and we clapped. Rachel Brosnahan was 2nd last to come out, and she was very sweet (and also fucking amazing in the play itself; I was surprised and thrilled with her performance, what a treat!) She signed my program and it was all very lovely.
Then. Then. Last to come out was Oscar, and he quite happily made his way around the barricade while I tried to remember how to breathe. But he ended up being SO NICE and so sweet and when my mom mentioned that it was my birthday, the next thing I know Iām getting squished in a hug and Iām getting a resoundingĀ āhappy birthday!ā and my mom is telling him that I came all the way from Tennessee for this and heās likeĀ āhey, my dad lives in Tennessee!ā and there were smiles and probably me looking like a total idiot and he had his arm around me for the picture even though you canāt really see it but IT WAS THERE OKAY.
My favorite picture in the history of ever:
It took a long road to get here. There was the lobby incident, and us not knowing or thinking to get to the stage door at the 92nd St Y (although we did loiter at his car), and then FINALLY I got to meet him (ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!!) and every time I look at this picture I grin like a complete idiot and Iām not sorry about it and if I can figure out how to get to the play again, I will because it was amazing.
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