Patron of the Arts: The Review

Eh, not so good. The best part of the play was the same thing you get with every play in London: An exactly on-time start. I realize now that sitting in the second row, rather than being a good thing, was the bad seats (I wondered why the woman who sold me the tickets said, "I'm sorry that's all I have.") ... at any rate, it was fun to go out. Before I went to the play, I stopped at a get-together for some of the folks at work; it was only steps away from my hotel, so I decided to stop by after the play to see if anyone was still hanging out. EVERYONE was still there. Amazing -- these folks have the ability to socialize like nothing I've ever seen.