By Abby Zan

I never got used to Chicago winters.

As a resident of the Windy City, I saw TOO MUCH LIGHT MAKES THE BABY GO BLIND more times than I can count. In my memory, every one of those times is on a cold winter’s night. I see myself huddling for warmth with friends, clutching to-go coffee cups, searching for feeling in my toes. Like so many Chicagoans, I would wait in line for an hour or two to see this show. And I would submit myself to this on the cruelest of Chicago nights.

I think I get it, looking back. We flocked to that place on nights like those for a kind of warmth. Not the warmth you get when you watch feel-good holiday specials on TV. But the warmth you get when you trip up the stairs and laugh about it with a stranger. Or when you forget your cell phone at home but realize you don’t need it anyway. Is it warmth? Whatever it is, it’s a little bell going off in you, saying, “Hey! You! You’re a human!”

There is hardly anything predictable about the Neos. But I have found I can always count on one thing: I will leave feeling human.

We often turn to theatre to escape our reality, but the Neo-Futurists invite us to join them right here, right now. The experience is immediate, thrilling, and intimate beyond compare. For sixty tireless minutes, the ensemble gives of themselves: their true fears, pains, celebrations, quirks. As we get to know them, we get to know ourselves.

Coming up on my second winter here in DC, I am grateful for lighter jackets and less numbness in my toes. There is hardly anything that could compel me to wait outside in sub-zero temperatures again. But for TOO MUCH LIGHT MAKES THE BABY GO BLIND, I would do it in a heartbeat.

Abby Zan is Woolly Mammoth’s Connectivity Associate. You can buy tickets to Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind, at Woolly from December 7 through January 3, 2016 here.