I went to see Manzi. Between the price of the tick...

I went to see Manzi. Between the price of the ticket and the price the ticket vendor charges, I paid $20. This is a glorified high school/grammar school play that somehow insinuated itself into the schedule of Gallo Center for the Arts. With a decidedly clique audience (think: parents of the children acting, and those "politically" supporting the more than socially-charged yet elusively biased "cause"), I was glad it was going to be short in duration. Sadly, after the play I was subjected to more barrage of indoctrination. I had the feeling I was in someone's "private club" - none of what they were talking about, none of the people to which they were referring had any familiarity or interest to me.
Honestly, it's been a while since I couldn't wait to get out of the theater - I will remember this performance, if for nothing else, but that reason.
What a slipshod amateur debacle - the only thing good was "when I could see" it would be ending - and they dragged that on agonizingly.
From the audience reactions, somehow the best humorous moments occurred in Spanish - gee, it's too bad I don't speak Spanish.
Keep these plays at the high schools or grammar schools where they belong. It's sad I can't get a refund.