I had it all planned.
We saw Spamalot in March, because Clay Aiken was Sir Robin. The Sir that is scared of everyone and everything.
I had heard that he signed autographs outside the stage door, so we went there and waited to have him sign the Playbill.
But – he did not come out that night. One of the only nights he didn’t, too.
We got other signatures though.
So, tonight is his last night, and we just so happen to be in NYC.
And I asked the husband when we were packing yesterday for the ride up here – can you find that Playbill? The plan is, we will go back to the stage door, on this, Clay’s last night, because he has to come out this time, right? And finally get it signed.
Halfway up to NYC, on the road, the husband gasps “Uhhhh – I forgot the Playbill!”
So – do we go anyway?
Damn straight. We’ll figure it out when we get there.