Today I learned from Amy that with the start of the Chinese New Year yesterday (go pigs), you’re not supposed to wash your hair because you don’t want to wash out the luck.
Little did I realize not washing my hair nor bathing on Sunday would help with my luck.
Weekends I sleep in and somehow I slept way in on Sunday, awaking half an hour before a play I’d planned on seeing.
The play was a preview of One Fine Day by Drew Martin, and I already paid for the ticket, so I thew on the previous night’s clothes (which didn’t contain lucky red), hopped the Brown Line, and made it just in time.
Stage Left Theatre is my favorite type of black box stage, and fortunately Chicago’s crawling with ‘em. The play revolves around