I wanted very much to attend something called “Rad Con” Saturday night, where I am told a dangerous beverage known as “Toxic Waste” is prepared. I have a reputation for drinking things that are not, strictly speaking, potable.
Let me tell you what I had to do instead.
Brenna’s parents are in town for the weekend, and she thought it might be nice to see a play. A forty dollar play. A forty dollar play about Noah’s Ark. A forty dollar play about Noah’s Ark where the people in the audience are animals.
When I gave the man my ticket, he gave me a picture of a hyena. “What is this?” I asked. “You’re a hyena,” he replied, as though that was a perfectly rational thing to say to another human being.
I don’t know if I mentioned that it was a musical.