Enjoyed Virginia Woolf a few weeks back. Maddening that the time on the ticket was 7:30 and the curtain actually went up at 7:30. Since when does anything in L.A. start on time, ever? Couldn't even use the john before hand. My back teeth were floatin' all through the first act. And just like a rock concert, a couple had taken our seats when we got there. Could have been worse though--only four cell phones went off during the play.
Ah, the City of Angels.