Dito Van Reigersberg is no longer with us. 

This is definitely the worst timeline. 
Victor Fiorillo announced his passing on Facebook earlier today. I didn't know him personally, but anyone who has met him can tell you that simply being in the same room with him made you feel as though you were lighter and brighter. 
I saw him perform in Hedwig and The Angry Inch and several Pig Iron shows.

Dude. We are living in the dumbest timeline. 

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Oh I'm sorry. Only saw them perform once but it was a banger.
One of the best things I ever saw Dito in, I think was called Gentlemen Volunteers. It was about soldiers in World War I having secret affairs with the nurses in a medical facility, all of them knowing this was verboten and that they may never see each other again. He did an romantic/implied sex scene with a girl where they were fully dressed and standing against a mattress made up as a bed, leaned against a wall so that it looked as if you were looking down from the ceiling at this young couple relaxing in bed immediately after getting it on, and something about how they had to lean against the mattress to make it look like they were lying in bed comfortably, but the tension of holding the mattress in place gave the audience that feeling that standing on tiptoe on a precipice feeling that young people have when they’re newly in love. The performance imparted absolutely tangible joy.

Which, of course, was totally heartbreaking because WWI.
Noooo! Nicola will be sad to hear this too.
That’s exactly why I posted it. I figured you and Nicola would want to know.
Nicola really adored Pig Iron's Twelfth Night, Dito van Reigersberg played Duke Orsino.



We visited Bob & Barbara's one night with some friends (you visit Philly, I'm buying you the special) and Martha Graham Cracker was performing on the bar.



And then we saw Martha Graham Cracker again at the Guthrie Theater's Dowling Studio in Minneapolis.



Three times was enough to make a big impression, but still, alas, not enough.
WHAT AN ARTICLE. The encore bit killed me. As it were.
Yeah, I’m sitting here tired and working on a piece of embroidery that I’m not enjoying and thinking, “when am I going to start doing stuff I’m proud of?”

Life is short. I’d better get some sleep.