Twice a month, for the past two and a half years, foolhardy theatergoers and bold dilettantes have gathered at dusk on the corner of 16th and Bryant to board a bus without any foreknowledge of its destination. If they are prudent, patrons have followed the cautionary advice to wear sturdy walking shoes and bring flashlights; they understand that spirited acquiescence and jocular willingness are necessary, because, for the next four hours or more (often much more), they will be directionally disoriented and left at the mercy of a stagy band of freaks who adhere... More >>>