Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover: on too-rare occasion we’ll spend time out of the house with other Gen-X adults who aren’t related to us, and not just fellow geek strangers in comic-con lines, like that one morning when we learned “high tea” was a thing outside Victorian England and tried some in an elegant Beech Grove parlor.
Saturday night we tagged along with two of our tea-time companions for food ‘n’ art at Beef & Boards Dinner Theatre, an Indianapolis institution for live stage performance since 1973. My wife Anne and I were born, raised, and largely content here in Indy all life long, but neither of us had braked for Beef & Boards before. The four of us made plans months in advance and stuck to them, even when local and national news warned us The Snowstorm of the Century had been scheduled for this very same weekend. The theater understandably canceled their Sunday performances, but as for Saturday, they declared the show must go on.


