If I can implore you to support live theater this weekend or next, or next, or next, I would like to invite you to Tupperware. Because the theater’s really far the fuck out there and it’s a shame that we forget it’s summertime and distances are easily bikeable. I, for instance, spend my days protesting storefront theaters with poo-poo thumbs down thumbs and throw eggs at Steppenwolf. I am wrong. Don’t be like me.
Ignore the can’t-capture-live-theater-in-a-posed-press-photo:
We got a real bright future:
And hear our piece on Chicago Public Radio.