There's something sexy about being around a person who performs a job well. A friend and I once compared notes about being impressed – and somewhat turned on – by being a passenger in a vehicle when the driver had to respond quickly and adroitly to black ice on the road (in my case) or a deer stumbling out of nowhere (in her case). Effortlessly expert performance is hot, baby.

Well. It seems my failings are now tied inextricably to this Marvel of Manhood. I was charged with seeing this show on sept 6th (I did), and write a review (I did...36hours later…bad me).

Tucked away in the gym of a church basement, a diverse group of performers put on a theatre show and made their family and friends, and most importantly, themselves, proud.

“The term refers to a particular type of play which first became popular during the 1950s and 1960s and which presented on stage the philosophy articulated by French philosopher Albert Camus in his 1942 essay, The Myth of Sisyphus, in which he defines the human condition as basically meaningless. Camus argued that humanity had to resign itself to recognizing that a fully satisfying rational explanation of the universe was beyond its reach; in that sense, the world must ultimately be seen as absurd.”  — Jerome P. Crabb