Past the first act, I no longer thought of Bird but couldn't help but think the whole thing was a ripoff of "Osage County," so much so that Tracy Letts could probably sue. If you're going to write a okay about fucked up family dynamics that keep being revealed to be even more fucked up, in a way that stretches credulity, you've gotta make it good. Just like playwrights will abuse salty language for shock value, as a cheap substitute for a compelling story, they will, apparently, abuse fucked-up.
So save yourselves some time and skip "Appropriate" (playing at Woolly).
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We decided before the show that a quick meal would have to do, so we hit Protein Bar, even though I'd said I wouldn't after the silly "highest protein" sign discussed earlier. The food wasn't bad, although, not for the first time, it wasn't warm enough. More importantly, the staff don't seem to get it. It being vegetarianism. My friend ordered the veggie chili, and one of the people behind the counter asked her if she wanted chicken in it. Apparently, this question came up several times in the ordering process. Really, Protein Bar?
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Since this post has been all kvetch so far, let me end on a positive note: my new insulation is awesome. I can feel the difference; the house heats up much more quickly, and retains heat more effectively, on a noticeable level.
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Since this post has been all kvetch so far, let me end on a positive note: my new insulation is awesome. I can feel the difference; the house heats up much more quickly, and retains heat more effectively, on a noticeable level.
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