We get to go

Suzi sent me the National Theatre Live schedule the other day.

Some of it looks pretty promising, especially Jodie Comer’s one-woman show, “Prima Facie.” I didn’t watch the last season of “Killing Eve” because I felt like it had gone completely off the rails, but even when the show was sliding fast, she was always great.

I’m also intrigued by “Straight Line Crazy” with Ralph Fiennes, because I’m not sure what a play about Robert Moses would look like. (Robert Caro’s “The Power Broker” has been on my “maybe I should read that” list for years, but I never have, probably for about 1,344 different reasons.)

Since the last time we streamed a National Theatre Live show, we’ve been to ballgames and movies, concerts and plays. We got to restaurants, see friends and family and (knock on wood) pretty much live life like before.

We’ve even gone to Otto and Brookline Booksmith.

Before there was Pizza and Portillo and the 13 steps to Europe, there was NT Live.

It wasn’t weekly like our current Thursday-night DVD travels, but it meant Otto for pizza and meatballs, books and “Bitch, Please. I’m From Brookline” coffee mugs at Brookline Booksmith before we headed across the street to Coolidge Corner Theatre for the show.

And then COVID happened.

Otto became one of the pizza places near where we lived, which became Suzi making the pizza at home (which she still does). Nights out in Brookline became streaming productions at home.

They were great, and I’m grateful for them, but of course it wasn’t the same.

Since the last time we streamed a National Theatre Live show, we’ve been to ballgames and movies, concerts and plays. We got to restaurants, see friends and family and (knock on wood) pretty much live life like before.

We’ve even gone to Otto and Brookline Booksmith.

But when Suzi sent me that schedule, even though she wrote “Normal is coming back!” in the email, my first thought was thinking it will be nice to see shows like “One Man, Two Guvnors” online again.

I took the photo at the top of this post July 23, 2020.

It’s of Coolidge Corner Theatre, and even though we weren’t able to do much else, we figured grabbing takeout pizza at Otto would be a nice trip out … as much as we could get one at the time, anyway.

I posted it on Facebook with the line “I hope we’ll be able to go back someday.”

“Someday” could be just a few weeks away.

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