I’m standing in the lobby during our penultimate showing of THIS IS FICTION. As has happened every year, there was a lot of last minute clamoring for seats from a sold out show. Not good. You want to help, but there’s little that can be done and the stress of the situation will drive a man to drink. Or at least that’s the excuse I’m going to use tonight.
So please. Everyone. Go early in the run next time, and save us both some stress.
But thanks for wanting to see the show.