I didn't realize it until I got there, but the play I saw tonight was right next door to NYTW. I passed it just as I was getting to the place I had to be at, and stopped dead in my tracks, literally. I looked up at the sign for a second, then peered through the door. I had never seen it before, and I... I... well, maybe I don't really have to explain. It was special.
To add to that, though, the play had a small RENT reference, and a scene about being sad you're turning thirty. I listened to TTB on the way home... had to, I guess.
A work of art is an invitation to love.