
Labour’s Not Lost: A Short Guide to Starting a Theater Troupe
I remember the evening. Three of us on our deck (including my roommate), pizza, beer––a dangerous amount of beer––just enough to believe fervently in the implausible and to begin executing it. What should we do? One of my friends yelled, ” A Midsummer Night’s Dream!” And since we were three quarters of the way to December, we all heartily concurred. We began the casting process on a pizza box, drawing up the list of characters paired with hapless friends who would be informed, when we felt like it, that their wit, flamboyance, elegance, shrewishness, or curves, had been duly noticed by the community.