If you follow my Brews, you'd probably realize I usually feel like quite the fish-out-of-water at these opening night Arts Club performances, full as they are of actors, agents, assigned seating, and critics who actually get payed. The sea of suits and sequins may be broken by the odd kimono -- but everyone's pants seem to fit, the beards tend to grey, and they've all got perfect posture. I find myself convinced I've somehow ended up at a wedding or a funeral... 'til the soothing sound of the ...
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