Tboy is here to tell you that this kinda thing ain't unique to New York, or to Stoppard, or even to new shows.
A friend was telling Tboy the other day that Netflix served him up a "Local Favorites" list of what his Dupont Circle neighbors were queueing up right that minute.
At the top of the list: Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
My people, my people. [Sigh...] Sometimes the stereotypes are right.
Speaking of the Albee: It's the example in the lede of this NYT story about onstage smoking and the growing number of local ordinances that ban it. (It's apparently illegal in Chicago, the story says, but authorities turn a blind eye.)
Tboy assumes we've no worries here in D.C. -- he's pretty sure Kathleen Turner lit up earlier this month -- but does anyone actually know how the new law reads?
O League? O Helen? What say you? And are the rules different if you're producing in the back room at Playbill Cafe than if you're renting at the Source?