In a bid to personally save Broadway during these perilous economic times, I depart for New York City this morning on my most ambitious theatre trip ever. Wait, you ask, even bigger than your seven-musicals-in-five-days marathon in July 2007?
Yes, even bigger than that. I'll be spending an entire week in the city that never sleeps and I'll be taking in a mind-boggling 11 shows. Maybe 12 if I can squeeze in the Radio City Christmas Spectacular.
I'm not limiting myself to the Great White Way either. All of New York City needs my help. So I'll be attending my very first opera, venturing downtown to the venerable Public Theater and even traveling off the island of Manhattan, to the exotic climes of Brooklyn.
Will I have the stamina, the intestinal fortitude, that this mission into the very heart of drama, comedy and musical theatre requires? By Sunday night, will I remember anything about the show I saw on Monday? Will I be able to answer the two most burning questions on the minds of my readers: Where is the stage door at the Broadhurst Theatre and does Daniel Radcliffe sign autographs?