aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

But I realized yesterday that I haven't felt this way about any work of art/entertainment/anything in a really long time, and I really, really want to talk about it.

NO, it isn't Supernatural. It's "The History Boys".

More precisely, the production that Tracey and I saw last Friday. It was - unbelievable.

I was telling prettyannamoon in a comment about it, and realized that I am just DYING to talk about it, to EVERYONE. I can't stop THINKING about it. You know that bubbling feeling in your stomach that you get at the very beginning of an infatuation, that excited-nervous-can't-stop-thinking-about-it ripple? That's me, right now. And I haven't felt this way about ANYTHING since, I believe, At Swim, Two Boys. (For those of you who've known me long enough, you know what THAT means. /o\ ANNA, SEE THIS PLAY.)

It was just. It was an amazing live theatre experience. I mean, I KNEW I loved the play (even though I realize that things were changed immensely for the film, right? At least the ending? I keep meaning to just BUY the play and read it, but I'm still all wrapped up in the production.) But this production, from beginning to end, was fucking incredible.

( Cut-tagged for your convenience and, clearly, spoilers, though nothing major. )

So if there is anybody in Boston who can afford to drop 30-50 bucks to see this AMAZING PRODUCTION, PLEASE DO ANNA, SEE THIS PLAY. They're playing through June 22nd, and it is worth every penny. Ever. Seriously. Go, take someone with you, SEE IT. (ANNA.)

It's just so smart, and evocative, and brilliant, and everything I love about literature. And theatre. And yes. Hold me.

P.S. Totally unrelated: my uncle emailed me a bunch of lolcat pictures. In Russian. I'm pretty sure this means the end is nigh.