It’s good to know that as I’m working hard on my projects, carefully trying to establish narrative, comedy gold is happening by accident in my backyard.

The Musical Theatre Neighbors are having their first afternoon party of spring. They have foregone the usual show tunes, however, and are instead dancing very seriously to what sounds like 1993-era house techno…all six of them. It’s like when Middleman went to the debauched sorority party, and it was two dozen extras holding balloons and red cups and vaguely shimmying. Cool it down there, you Dionysians!

(Oh, Musical Theatre Neighbors, Never change.)