(Never really done a detailed recap before so please forgive me if it sucks.)
Getting there this time was a bit crazy. I live in Pennsylvania, and due to some crazy mix-up or misreading the bus schedule, it looked like I wasn't going to make it onto the bus to get in line on time, so I hopped an Uber to the next closest stop and bussed it into Port Authority. Made my way down to Penn Station, where I met my friend Jake just getting in from Long Island, and we hightailed our asses over to that glorious brick building that haunts my dreams. In line met two wonderful young ladies who had come together, R was a first-timer and K a fifth-timer, and we struck up quite a chat with them re: spaces, faces, aces, all that. Had a blast. (You know who you are! Thank you for being so great!)
They ushered us in, we got our aces (first time for diamonds!), and we headed up through the maze (quickest/easiest time I've had there by far). We emerged into that soft familiar red glow and Madeline (Tina Mitchell) welcomed us in. She and I took an immediate liking to each other, and she looked my direction every time I saw her. Me and Jake just missed the first elevator, but we got the second, with Assaf Salhov's wonderful accent giving us good vibes. I took the liberty of being the "scared first person out of the elevator" and looked back at the crowd as the doors close on me on 5. I immediately headed for Shaw's office, and found her with one other white mask, who I stuck with until she got Shaw's floor-5-1:1. I poked around there for a bit (I always take time to pet the wolf in the laundry room), and eventually made my way down to the Speakeasy, where Jeff Docimo's Speaks was just setting the table for his brief meeting with Andrea Shimota's Agnes. I watched that interaction (and their reactions to Quinn Dixon's Boy screaming bloody business on the pool table) before following Agnes out as her sole choice for her 1:1. I've gotten it two or three times, but having just viewed "Rebecca" in full for the first time mere days before, it had real special significance to me. (Also this will most likely be my last visit in 2017, so I nearly teared up at the end. Sometimes, in my dreams, I do go back. Oh, do I.)
I heard the pounding bass of the rave start as I came out of the funeral home and immediately sprinted down High Street to see my favorite character, my lady in red. My oh my, Virginia Logan's Hecate. She is what we have been waiting for; the role she was born to play, in my opinion probably my second or third favorite. (No one will ever top my first Hecate, the delightfully demonic Elizabeth Romanski.) I sat with her at the table as the rave winded down, kept my eyes on her during Sexy's (the wonderful Emily Oldak) bar dance, and left her dinner with Agnes at just the right time to get pulled into her lair to deliver her note for the Porter. (Her eyes are simply mesmerizing.)
I raced downstairs with the note (Definitely my favorite I've ever read: "Mummy's tired of your little games. Bring me what I seek. Now.") and hand it to the Porter (Christopher Bannow). He read it and brought me down the hall to the smaller desk to write his reply as Lady Macduff was murdered (can't read it, his boat-folding is just too exquisite to re-open). As the second loop started, I floated the boat back up to Hecate, just sitting down for her meal, who stared at me for a long while as she ate before choosing someone else for the ring and the song.
It must have been around this time that I decided (since, again, last show of 2017) that I would go back out to Manderley and see what was going on. Lucky I did, I had my first experience with the gypsies of Manderley. Apparently Madeline had been gossiping about me to Cordelia (Chelsey Ng), who noticed that I was hovering near her table. We struck up a lovely chat and she read my cards, which was very interesting. She made me a little bracelet to keep (thank you!). I then pressed my luck and asked if she knew any ways to explore the more "hidden" areas of the hotel, and she suggested I check out the King James. When I let her know that I had met the women up there, she asked me to come with her to the bar. She wrote a note on a cocktail napkin (Addressed to "P." -- I tried to read it eventually, but couldn't really make it out -- some poem about "a mouse singing a sad song"?) and told me to give it to the Matron in the hut, which I did as soon as I hurried back upstairs. She took the note from me and took my new line friend K in for a 1:1. When she looked out the window afterwards, she was holding the note and looking at me. She took me in for the same 1:1 right after. (So it wasn't the 6th floor, but I loved finding out that there are indeed surprising ways to be bold here.)
I stuck around 5 for a while trying to find Suitcase Lady (who as it turned out had taken K up to the 6th floor as I was searching for her!) Eventually i got back to the lobby just in time for one of my favorite dances, the phone booth between Porter and Boy. I'd been wanting Porter's 1:1 for ages, and finally got it. I was moved and crying and my hand is still red. I went back up to 5 (just felt like it) and followed Matron and Shaw's mirror dance to the operating theater and watched Shaw's crazy possession. They headed down the stairs together. Black masks started to show up so I figured it was the end, so I followed them down and kept going to the 1st floor balcony, hoping I could get a walkout from Hecate or Porter, but neither happened. As a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square and we headed back to Manderley again, Madeline gave me a huge hug and bid me adieu. That's a walkout enough for me. <3 (Great dinner at Gallow Green afterwards with Jake, K, and R.) I don't know when I'l be back, but four 1:1s plus a longgg run-in with a gypsy should tide me over.