This has been a piece-of-crap day: I'm ready to quit Life Begins At 8:40 from all the tsuris, and now I've had my first bad round of FINIAN'S RAINBOW: Bruce Pomahac is my date to the opening night performance, and I've been told, in so many words, that because I'm low echelon in priority of people needing asses kissed and egos stroked, I cannot bring a date to the opening night party. I was looking forward to a good time with one of my best friends and now I'm really pissed. I was told by the RSVP person "We are unfortunately asking a lot of people who put a lot of time and effort into our production to limit themselves to one party pass." I wrote back, "I wasn't asked, I was told." Fuckem.