I sat in a room almost completely full of complete strangers and loudly relished – with absolutely no self-censorship – the unbridled joy of childhood for an hour.
I only wish I had a time machine to go back and catch my 7-year-old self’s opinion of the performance, for as I discovered through regressing to him tonight: he had some pretty rad ideas about things.
The company accomplished – with aplomb – the laughably simple yet monumentally difficult task of remaining present in every precious moment, and for that, earned every beautiful laugh they elicited. I only wish I could take the show home in a jar myself.