Ziggy picked me up in a Zipcar from my voice lesson mid-afternoon and we went to do a little geocaching first. We had a hell of a time trying to find this particular cache, but the park it was in was charming; we might have stayed longer had the weather been nicer (I think cyan_blue's young geocaching friends would enjoy it). We then had a tasty vegan meal at the East West Café, and discovered we had over an hour to kill.
After a brief run through Sebastopol (the store Ziggy wanted to visit was closed), we ended up heading to the theater early. Unbeknownst to us, the venue was in the midst of changing its name from the Luther Burbank Center for the Arts to the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts (ick), so we drove right past it before doubling back and finding it. Two minutes after pulling into the parking lot (still over an hour before showtime), Josh and his stage technician pulled up directly across from us. It was lovely to get a pre-show kiss, especially as I didn't know if I'd have a chance to see him after the performance.
The monologue was excellent, as I expected having read the transcript in the book, seen the movie, and seen excerpts performed before. But nothing compared to seeing Josh's dramatic interpretation of a female orgasm, less than twenty feet in front of me. (Seating was general admission, so our early arrival netted us front-row-center seats.)
While the run of Red Diaper Baby is over, anyone interested can still catch him at the same venue, performing The Mathematics of Change in two weeks, and Ben Franklin: Unplugged in May.