One of the great privileges of steady theatergoing is that you get to keep falling in love again. You’ll cautiously revisit a show you once lost your heart to, thinking it can’t possibly be as intoxicating as it was the first time around, especially if there have been cast changes.

But then you discover that lightning really can strike twice — or thrice, or more — in the same place. And you wake up the next day, happy and lightheaded, thinking you just might rejoin the ticket queue that afternoon.