Last fall, I did not renew my subscription to the local theater series that Peter and I had attended for years.  I’m not sure why.

When I heard the rave reviews about this season’s latest production, I thought perhaps I had made a mistake, sort of a FOMO (fear of missing out) feeling.  I decided to see if there were any last minute seats available, and I found a single ticket for a just-about-sold-out matinee.

The play, “Real Women Have Curves,” was marvelous. It’s probably headed for Broadway. 

Intermission was lonely, but I got over it.