Nobody caught on fire who wasn't supposed to, the dancers did a beautiful job, and I now have half a dozen large unopened bottles of spring water and half a package of Trader Joe's cocoa almonds to amuse me. I will write more about this later; right now the post-performance euphoria is swiftly giving way to breathtaking exhaustion.
edit: More work by the creators of these beautiful, elaborate, and completely-obscured-here wings at Ankoku-Jin and Total Fucking Armageddon. And now I'm not editing this post any more.
