Lis and I have the best luck in bad luck

[xiphias]

So, Lis and I got press tix to a one-woman show about Shakespearian actresses on the American stage from the Civil War to the present, about which I'll write a review in a bit.

The info we got suggested to us that it would be at the Huntington Theater. When we got there, fifteen minutes before curtain, the theater was dark, and, when we looked at the poster for the show, it listed a venue halfway across town.

There were two other rather confused people standing in front of the theater, too. So, since they'd taken the T, we offered them a ride.

The short of it is that I dropped Lis, the bartender from Grafton Street Pub, and the reviewer for the Russian-language newspapers off in time for the show, halfway across town, and I was only a minute late or so after parking the car. I ended up seated in the balcony, rather than with Lis, but it was fine.

So, because of our bad luck in getting bad information about where the show was, we met two nifty people, and got all of us to the show on time.

Comments

[anhelometuo.livejournal.com]

So, you had free drinks after the show, right?

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

He wasn't working tonight, which is why he was going to the theater. But he did say that he'll pick up a round for us when we go there next.