Much sleep-deprived socializing took place including attendance at Goat Island's last performance. I don't have a large threshold for experimental theater. I kept looking around and wondering if everyone but me understood what we were watching. Many audience members were taking notes, but I couldn't read what they were writing. It's probably good to catapult myself out of my comfort zone once a month, and I can appreciate the challenge of trying not to over-analyze, to stay in the moment, but ninety minutes of confusion with no intermission might have been too mind-expanding for me.
