Richard Armitage is the glowing man first on the left.
I didn’t meet Richard Armitage after the show. It is unbelieveable to me, and I feel like I need to explain to my fellow RAddicts, who I know will understand the intensity of my sadness.
I went to the Pinter/Proust program at the 92nd St. Y last night. I took my dear friend. A short time ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and a couple of weeks ago had a big surgery. She told me it was okay to tell you. So yesterday was supposed to be a really nice night out for her. We went to dinner before the show, picked up the tickets and went to our seats. Saw the play. At intermission, my friend expressed that she was very tired, but she wanted to stay through the end. So we did. At the end of the play (see picture above!) she said she really needed to get home. So I took her home (I had a car). My RA friends that I saw in the lobby as we were leaving begged me to stay to meet Richard, but I couldn’t.
I had no idea the meet and greet would be as fabulous as it seems to have been, but nevertheless, it was a wrench for me to leave.
But I think I made the right decision to take care of my friend. I think it’s the choice Richard Armitage would have made. Helping a friend is more important than selfishly enjoying a once in a lifetime opportunity, right? Waaah! I’ll be okay. Just not right now. Okay?