Week 4 begins with 3/5 of a show and a whole lot of water.
Last night's audience - one of the best yet - was treated to flooded roads on the way in, some compensating-ly loud scenes (did the stage get transplanted to Niagara Falls?) and a power outage at the top of Act 2 for good measure. We waited, but that was that. Rhonda never saw the light of day. Or any light, for that matter.
We got dressed by flashlight and made our way out to the kitchen, incomplete and anti-climaxed. It's a testament to the playwriting that although each scene is in itself a fully told play-let, the show as a whole still takes us all on a ride. No fun getting off in the middle.