Rain

We had walked many blocks in very cold rain. The seats weren't particularly comfortable. The mannequin was staring a us. My wife ended up having a pretty good time anyway. Being married to a theatre critic, my wife doesn't make it to nearly as much theatre as I do. She so rarely comes to the smaller productions. The walk out to the Astor Theatre in the freezing rain was her idea, but I'm not complaining. It added something interesting to the evening. The comedy might've felt like cleverly hip, post-modern art damage, but it could've simply been commercially-friendly low-budget local theatre. Two nights into a three review weekend and I'm on my own again for tonight's show . . .

Russ Bickerstaff has been writing for VITAL since 2003, when the world probably made slightly more sense. He co-manages an apartment complex with his beautiful wife Carrie, a poet for an insurance company with whom he hopes to eventually move to the suburbs to raise some little insurance poet-critics. There must be decent paying work around here somewhere...