It was just a random, innocuous Sunday night. My husband Brian and I walked into the Fichandler Theatre at Arena Stage, feeling completely conspicuous against the backdrop of older, more affluent theatergoers. I wore ripped jeans, combat boots, and an oversized thrift coat; my husband donned jeans, messy sneakers, and a pullover hat. Apart from us, the crowd looked like they’d just came from the Mid-Life …
SOURCE: theatrewashington.org at 04:17PM on February 14, 2014