Less fantastic than the play was the boiling humidity and the linebacker sitting next to me. He may not have been an actual linebacker, but he was built like one, and we took turns making each other feel self-conscious. I could tell that he wasn't purposely trying to force me into the corner of my seat, but it kept happening anyway. Then I'd shift my position, he'd realize how much space he was taking up, and he'd squish himself into his own corner. This happened several times over the course of the show. He obviously enjoyed the play, though, so that's good. There was another guy in front of us who clearly did not understand the florid dialogue, and reacted audibly every time he understood a joke. I didn't notice him much, but occasionally he'd hear "jokes" that nobody else was hearing, and he'd be the only one saying "ah ha!" or "woah ho ho...!" or "uh oh!" His wife was visibly annoyed. Those of us who were me thought it was pretty entertaining.
After the show, Ellen and I stayed behind with around 300 other audience members to record sound effects for the upcoming production of Julius Caesar. The director of that show had a microphone set up on stage, and, with the help of some of his actors, coached us through various crowd reactions which ranged from "Hail, Caesar!" to "You killed him! We loved him!" Before the recording started, the director begged us to stay in character, explaining that "it only takes one person to ruin it by yelling 'you da man, Caesar!'" Anyway, performances start next Friday. On the off chance that any of you go, please keep an ear out. Ellen and I are the ones screaming "you go, girl!" at the top of our lungs (no, not really).