Pizza is better than Easter eggs

It’s also a notoriously tricky weekend to sell tickets due to the mass exodus from town, which made it all the more satisfying seeing people filling shows with their patronage and laughs. I mentioned to Jack, however, that I was going to do an Easter egg hunt for him several weeks ago and his response each time was “I’m not 12”. Yep I know, I thought, it would be a little creepy if I did it. Anyway, long story short, Easter Sunday rolled around two days ago and, shock horror, Jack and I were…



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