Today is my birthday. And instead of having a night of wanton debauchery and certain humiliation, I am doing this, with fourteen of my closest b-school friends. The older I get, the more insane I get.
* Ahem. The giant in Act Two of Into the Woods is not a he. The repeated lyrics in "Being Alive" begin "Someone to" or "Somebody," but never "Somebody to." All the campers would know this.