The Cutting Ball Theater
I went to this play on the recommendation of someone I met in a laundry mat. I texted a friend, and within an hour we had tickets. Again, I went for the experience of being with others. The performance seemed secondary. I wonder how often this happens – how many people sitting in a theater are there because they want to be others (for whatever reason)? After the show, we did talk about the production, performance, and writing, but what mattered more was that we were together. Sometimes it seems that what lingers after is not the story, actors, sets, music, or costumes, but the connections between people and the exchange of thinking, feeling, and musing. This was an evening well spent even if the company lingered more than the performance.