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Working in the theatre, having free evenings is a rare occurence. If you're not in rehearsal, then you're usually at the theatre watching your friend's show on the nights you have off. Unless those nights are Mondays, which in theatre-land are revered as the Holiest of Holy Days (which also include Oscar Night, Tony Night, and Opening Night). You don't ever have shows on Monday nights. And your friends don't ever have shows on Monday nights. So what's a theatre guy to do on this cold October day?

Well, if you're like me, you jump at the opportunity to go see David Frickin' Sedaris at the Tennessee Theatre. Being an NPR junkie, I first heard Sedaris when WUOT rebroadcast his infamous "The SantaLand Diaries" essay a couple of years ago. (By the way, it's a NPR lover's dream at the Tennessee this year. Terry Gross from Fresh Air is coming in Novemer, and Ira Glass of This American Life is scheduled for February. If they would only tape Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me here, my life would be complete.) Lo and behold, I discovered that this Sedaris fellow also had a string of books to his name, many of which my friends had already consumed and gotten obsessed about.