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It was a bad night tonight, despite the presence of things that reliably cheer me up, like strong winds, good friends, and piano bar. For the first time, I felt worse after leaving Rose's than when I got there.

There's something growing, something changing in me, and the barriers I reflexively put around it aren't holding. Sometimes I can be detached enough to wonder what will be left standing afterwards when it finally gets loose.

Tonight . . .

. . . we were invited along (and given free tickets) to see a preview of the revival of Little Shop of Horrors on Broadway. We had a wonderful dinner at Trattoria dell'Arte first, then went to the show. The cast was brilliant, the production was amazing, and none of that could obscure the fact that the show is painfully stupid, unfunny, and simply annoying.