Playing around

It's amazing. Four years spent writing arts and I can't find a damn play to see. For various reasons, I needed to find something to nice to do this past Sunday with my boyfriend, and I was given the impossible task of figuring out what that would be. Seeing a play seemed logical. Neither of us would be bored and we'd feel "cultured." You know what I mean, that I-did-something-good-for-my-brain feeling that you don't get while watching television or popping Animal House into the VCR for the umpteenth time. So I set out for the perfect play.