God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall
Last night the lovely booklectic took me to see Spring Awakening as an early birthday present. I wasn't sure what to expect, I just knew that the posters had meant I wanted to see it - I knew barely anything about it. And now I want to write about it, for hours, but I am too gutted that it is leaving town in a week and I didn't get a chance to take literally everybody I have ever met to it. When it comes back, guys, it is really important and amazing. Ngh. And horrible. And wrenching. And. I want to watch it every night until I know every note by heart.
I would never have seen it without booklectic being so fabulous, I think I wore out the English language's supply of 'thank you's last night, but, seriously.