November 19, 2000 | 07:26 p.m.
Miss Saigon was so beautiful.. Macky (the friend I was with) is a real theater buff too, and we were so hyper while waiting for the show to start. ::grins:: Fangirl mode and all that. When the usherette let us into our seats, do you know, I burst into tears @_@.. and I was crying all throughout Act 1 at scenes that weren't really supposed to make you cry, and when the "Morning of the Dragon" act came on, I started shaking. >_> That's how affected I was. (It was out of my system by Act 2, so thank God, I wasn't blubbering all over the place. ^_^

Even more - I was talking to Macky after the show in front of the building, and I had my back turned against the street. Macks trailed off in mid-sentence, tapped me across the arm and pointed - discreetly - behind me. It turned out the guy who played John was just behind me on his way out. Thank God I was in too much shock to react - I probably would have asked for his autograph or something, and I would have completely humiliated myself. ::takes deep breath::

I need to watch this thing again. I mean it. I've rarely wanted anything this badly since I was a kid, and that's saying something.