After all, if you’re not willing to spend the sixteen dollars to see, for example, a modern, gay, Spanish adaptation of Romeo and Juliet titled Ramón y Julio, how can you expect anyone to see yours? If the production you’ve chosen to attend is in, say, your hometown, some 350 miles south of your San Francisco apartment, rent a car. Take the weekend. Remind yourself that this is why, as a blogger, you’ve sacrificed workplace companionship and a consistent reason to dress yourself in the morning—this mobility. Take more than the weekend. Take your boyfriend, Lloyd. Understand that the five hours on the road might be tense. Lloyd, despite a tearful heart-to-heart between the romance shelves at Dog-Eared Books, still may not have totally forgiven you for not letting him meet your mother. Now it’s too late. Understand that the only way to make up for this is to introduce Lloyd to your father, and that this is the real reason the two of you are going to the Antelope Valley. Lloyd knows this, too, of course, but neither of you should mention it.
