San Diego outdoors: Aida, animal tracks, rugby, SUP with dogs, 1800s Old Town, waterski and wakeboard
Indoors: WWI San Diego, complete history of theater, Christopher Plummer, pickles, Van Gogh-Gaughin, Martina McBride
11:50 a.m., June 28
The fish suspect trouble. So does Jules. The gay marine biologist lives in an old bomb shelter and expects a comet to strike the earth soon. Since he might become the next Adam, Jules places an ad for meaningful sex. Jo, his one respondent, wants "no strings" but becomes a "postapocalyptic cohabitant." Peter Sinn Nachtreib's doom-drenched comedy raises questions about where - and who, and even if - we are. Except for blaring almost every sentence as a HEADLINE (which saps energy from the final scenes), the Rep's staging's a good one. Rachael VanWormer and Steven Lone, a deft mismatch, flit around David Lee Cuthbert's cinder-block set like gymnasts. Barbara, the narrator, pulls levers and cues effects (esp. Tom Jones's house-rocking galactic intrusion) like a corporate Wizard of Oz. San Diego favorite Sylvia M'Lafi Thompson makes her both regal and insecure (and funny) and suggests throughout that there's something fishy going on. [Note: due to popular demand, the Rep has extended the show's run.