“…And there are plays-and books and songs and poems and dances-that are perhaps upsetting or intricate or unusual that leave you unsure, but which you think about perhaps the next day, and perhaps for a week, and perhaps for the rest of your life. Because they aren’t clean, they aren’t neat, but there’s something in them that comes from the heart and, so, goes to the heart…

To me, that’s why this play is still worth doing. It’s not clean, it’s not neat, it doesn’t tie up; but there’s something in the play so deeply from the heart that it continues to haunt people.”

–Miles Potter director of the Mirvish production.

Seana McKenna and Jonathan Goad, the two leads in this play created one of the best dramatic presentations that the Girl and I have seen since…well since ever.

It’s always interesting to play a fly-on-the-wall at shows like this. You’ve got one half of the audience giving a standing ovation at the end, and the others (usually the old bitties) in the washroom complaining about what crap it is.

Anyway yesterday after the show in Toronto, the Girl decided that she wanted some street meat (a hot dog from a street vendor). At -16 Celcius, the ketchup and mustard were frozen in the bottles and the hot peppers and sauerkraut that I put on my dog were crunchy with frost. She always comes up with the best ideas…