So. I'm back from New York.
It was, as it always is, amazing.
To start. Burning the roof of my mouth on pizza at eleven o'clock at night, knowing you missed a full run of your play that goes up in less than a month? Doesn't get any better.
Except it does.
Finding a CoSTUME NATIONAL HOMME burgandy sweater for less than fifty bucks? Pretty sweet.
Seeing
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