Detour

I went out to pick up a new pair of shoes and ended up at a little neighborhood theater for an opening night performance. Such is the unpredictable life of the city dweller. Bad Jazz, a troupe of performers that features local writer Kevin Kling, put on an absurdist show that featured a model steamboat, songs about crawfish, and burning shoes. You just had to kind of sit back and go with it. Afterwards, the audience was invited to a barbecue in the landscaped garden behind the theater. And I ran into a friend while I was there. Not a bad start to the weekend.