Well the Missus and I trundled downtown last night to catch A Little Night Music at the Huntington Theatre Company and say, it was . . . damp.

About ten minutes before curtain a cascade of water (from, as it turned out, a broken pipe in the mezzanine ladies room) started streaming down the wall directly behind the left orchestra seats where we happened to be sitting, and it continued throughout the first half of Act I.

(It Would Have Been Wonderful if it had stopped Soon, but it didn’t dry up until Later.)

Indeed, even our Perpetual Anticipation couldn’t mask the uneven nature of the Huntington’s production, but we’ll leave it to the professional critics to sort that out.

Suffice it to say, we would have done better to spend A Weekend in the Country.