Wheel of Fortune taping; smart kid (glasses, messy hair) in the audience is answering everything, no letters needed. Good guesser, bad strategy; no money made without spinning the wheel.
Intermission. I go to the front of the stage, sit at the bar under the overhang. Chat with the tech crew in waiter vests. Drink shots of cranberry juice when the waiter brings it around. Two fingers of juice. Snacks are those little silver balls they used to put on top of cakes, served in tiny sliding drawers. I'm eating out of two different drawers.
Intermission's over, can I bring snacks back to my seat? Heavyset woman behind the counter: No, you have to eat them here.
Chug the cranberry juice, put all the little silver balls into one container to try to sneak them. Some rainbow sprinkles sneak in. Don't like rainbow sprinkles as much.
Starting back, I am stopped by a woman with red hair in a waiter vest. "Didn't I teach you to play [name of card game unremembered]?" She looks familiar. "You're [my name]," she tells me, "I took care of you when your mom was in a show."
She looks familiar. During Grapes? I ask. "No, at that theater in Tribecca, on the corner of [...]" I'm picturing that triangle where Varick hits Canal. Soho Playhouse?, I ask, wondering if the Soho Playhouse existed then. She looks familiar.
I look back up at the audience. Lots of heads. Far to the back, father, stepmother, brother sitting in our seats. Earlier in the dream, something about a swimming pool. Small blue waves. Turquoise. Now, I am barefoot. My sandals are back at the seats. I can almost see them.
John Hurron comments: "Was browsing through blogspot when I stumbled here"
Atlantic Yards, the new "basketball arena/half-empty office towers/slum" slated to replace 23% of Brooklyn, should be vociferously objected to, if only in response to the exorbitant amount of money they just spent to send out — seemingly to every resident of the borough — a full-color glossy trifold, complete with pre-millennium-era Microsoft Office-inspired logo and multi-racial stock photos. The flier appears to be an attempt to bribe people to support the 
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