

Every time I think of going to a play, I think of that Seinfeld episode where the lady is playing piano on stage, and then Jerry pulls out this goofy Pez Dispenser that makes Elaine pee-her-pants laughing, which really pisses off the piano player. The point is, is that I'm way too immature for such high-brow society stuff like attending plays, concerts in the park, jazz festivals, etc. I laugh at fart jokes and when people say "candied nuts." It's like I'm 5.
I hope not to embarrass Jamie when I come and watch him, and if he screws it up like he's screwed up his cycling career...:)....then I write a SCATHING review, cuz after all, I'm certainly qualified to review broadway plays. It continues on Friday & Saturday nights until November 7th - try to make it if you can, if only to heckle this racer/director or director/racer? 323-556-1636 -
www.AtwaterPlayhouse.com
# posted by The BLOGGER, aka Blog Boy @ 12:40 PM
