If you'd told me that I'd be recruited as a good friend's last-minute replacement date to see Les Miserables not once, but twice in my short lifetime, I'd be understandably skeptical. But somehow, it's happened again. (Tamara had tickets to Les Mis on Broadway, but Steve got sick, so I was called in from Astoria to join her forty-five minutes before the show began. It's still a great musical. One of these days I should actually pay to see it....)