Before I get into this, I’d just like you all to admit up front that you’re jealous and you’re crying into your pillows each night that you’re not going to see Bea Arthur’s one woman show this weekend but you bear me no grudge. And if you’ve actually got tickets to her show, then I invite you to join my fan club and subscribe to my newsletter.

Saturday night is the moment I’ve been anticipating for at least the last 10-15 years of my life. No more will the witticisms of Bea Arthur be contained within my television set. I will see her and her shoulderpadded sequined jacket live and in person. She will sing. She will tell jokes. She will make that face where she raises her eyebrow and sets her mouth to punctuate a sarcastic remark. I love you, Bea!

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