Sea Wall/A Life… GO!

Definitely, do not go to Sea Wall/A Life if getting personal and intimate about the very precariousness of our existence is not your thing. Avoid it at all costs if seeing two remarkable actors absolutely crush their craft one perfectly delivered and beautifully rendered sentence at a time is of zero interest to you. Absolutely do not bring your 15-year-old son so that he can get a very personal glimpse into some of the life milestones of your past while simultaneously getting a sneak peek view of the life roles his teenage self will embrace in the future. Walk on by The Hudson Theatre from now until September 29th if getting gut-punched one second and laughing out loud the next is too much of a tumultuous situation for you and your psyche. I think I’ve made my point. Sea Wall/A Life is NOT a light and fluffy night on Broadway. But it is a necessary night on Broadway. Go! Go! Go! To join the group on September 25th at 8pm click here to grab your ticket(s).

Truth be told side note: Colin, our son, is starting a new school on Monday where he will be boarding during the week. This is a monumental change for our tight-knit family,  but the right choice for him (we hope). In preparation, he was given the choice of how to spend his Labor Day weekend – in Montauk or the city.  He requested the latter and asked if it would be possible to see a couple of shows. Duh!? Speaking my language Colin of course.  Sea Wall/A Life was one of them.

I groggily secured two tickets Saturday morning to what I thought was the 8pm performance. In a panic, once we were in the theater, I realized the tickets were for the 2pm performance that had been over for hours. As someone was already in our seats and the theater was brimming with people we had to confess our (my) mistake. Sarah, the theater manager, was the best. She explained that the performance was SOLD OUT, but they would try to find a place for us as she gently escorted us back to the other side of the velvet rope. We entertained ourselves by taking photos and studying the photos on the wall of the theater.


Minutes before showtime we had to literally step out of the path of the quietly smoldering Tom Sturridge as he made his unconventional entrance through the front door of the theater. Giddy and gobsmacked in the wake of this we then got to see Sara Bareilles breezily make her entrance as an audience member. She was all sun and joy – naturally hugging all of the ticket staff along the way. Love her. We decided we were happy about my errant ticket ordering and started studying the calendar for another date.

At approximately 8:04pm Sarah arrived with a solution. They bought down two high ball seats from the upstairs bar and stuck them in a corner at the back of the theater (adjacent to the bathroom access doors which would come in handy at intermission). We loved our very own personal perches gazing over the orchestra as Tom’s intense and gut-wrenching story unfolded. We later decided we were grateful for the distance this seat offered as we digested his difficult words.

At intermission, Sarah found us and moved us to our second act seats in the fourth – make googly eyes with Jake Gyllenhaal – row. Such a gift to see this actor’s every carefully crafted move up close and personal. What that man can do with his eyes alone. My goodness. My son said this play was the best thing he has ever seen.  🙂  Winning!

The reason I am telling you all of this (besides that it is an amusing story) is that mistakes happen. Fess up. Be kind. Be patient. Be honest. Remain hopeful and always, always have your eyes wide open for the silver lining. It will probably all work out, perhaps even better than you expected.



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Space does open up! When it does it’s often at the last minute. Will keep our fingers crossed. Would love to see you at this experience!