In happier news, Steve has a convention in Chicago for his work (work) and we did the math and it’s cheaper for me to fly nonstop with him, his flight and hotel already being paid for, and buy two tickets to Hamilton in Chicago, than it is seeing it from the worse seats we had for the touring company when they come to Kansas City. So we rearranged the menu, the venue, the seating. We’re getting our money back for the KC ones (so Steve says, I’m just trying not to think about it - I don’t even care if we have to eat all that money, I can’t say no to this). Six weeks later than it was gonna be but I’m willing to wait for it because I’ll be so satisfied. You guys know Miguel Certvantes is my hero. Like, usually I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. It doesn’t scare me in the least. But now I have to stay alive until approximately 10:30 on August 6, and that would be enough. I’m getting ahead of myself. When I saw Spamalot I got Tim Curry’s understudy. Dammit now that’s all I’m gonna think about for 4 months. Don’t dwell on that idea, Beppy, you’re helpless to control that.