The show was
magical. We laughed. We clapped, we sang along. I recognised John Barrowman's husband and agent - two separate people - in the row in front of us. Yes, Scott did have the best seat in the house - and he was sat in a good place too
Mum said disapprovingly, "He didn't bother dressing up, did he?!" to his burgundy polo shirt and jeans. I told her he was an artitect - true - and probably spent his whole life in suits - conjecture - and that mollified her.
A wonderful day. Wonderful company. Something to hold against the heart in the months to come. Easy for me to say, I'm not going to be the one suffering. But I'm glad it all workewd out so well. We left the threatre with out fabulousness turned up to 11.