The play, as the link says, contains nudity. Somehow I just glossed right over that. You can imagine my surprise then, when the audience was made privy to the whole kit & caboodle. Act II was better executed than Act I. All the female character's lines in the first half seemed shrill and overdone. I understand that the character is squirrely and gun shy about intimacy, but the actress kept striking that note just a bit too sharp for my taste.

Because it was a matinee, I supposed I also should have expected there to be an 80+ contingent present. Seriously, it was basically a lot of senior citizens and Caryl and myself in the audience. It was unnerving to watch full-frontal (brief, thankfully) and listen to coarse terms for physical anatomy with people my grandparents' age.

All in all, I think it was infinitely more interesting than just bumming around aimlessly, or lounging around the apartment, but neither of us thought it was winning theatre. After spending a small fortune on delectable tapas, we caught a cab back home and listened to Miles Davis' 'Round Midnight.

Naturally, as the evening wore on, my ever-tired sister took a nap, while I went for a 2-mile walk, then came home to watch "The Aviator" and polish my nails. She eventually woke up after a disconcerting dream. We talked till almost 1 a.m., and then woke up in time for the 8 a.m. service this morning.

After breakfast at the One World we came back home. She promptly fell asleep again.
I think I see a pattern.