Last night we went out with Cathy and saw "The House of Yes" at Theater Schmeater. It wasn't a perfect production (especially considering that some dramatic scenes were ruined by having the damn supporting pillars of the building RIGHT IN THE WAY of the actor's faces, although a bigger complaint was the actors not being as up-to-par as I would have liked) - but it was a delightfully creepy show, and I'm glad we went. I'm NOT so happy at the asshole manager of Half Price Tickets, who gleefully took our money for the show rather than telling us it was a pay-what-you-can performance (not listed on the company's website, damn them) - he wanted to get his service fee, the jerk. After the show we acted like People Who Live In The City and went to 611 for post-show crepes and hard cider (love that Bellot!), getting us home around 11. Tonight (in keeping with my 7 Nights, 7 Shows theme for this week) I'm hoping to go see "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" at the Seattle Children's Theater. We'll see how the day shakes out.
The book I started yesterday, "The Darkangel" (Meredith Pierce, TOR, 1982), was very poorly written and I've decided to suffer the loss of its cost and consign it to the dustbin of libraries and move on. It was quite a disappointment to get such a bad title from TOR -they're normally quite reliable. Well, I hope I have better luck with Jo Clayton's "Moongatherer."