Curiouser and curiouser

I'm at the work/study gig, and they've got me up on a wiggly table, tossing fabric over fluorescent light fixtures in an attempt to create some sort of ambiance for the upcoming benefit party.



And I keep looking out the window, across to the acting class in the building opposite ours on the other side of the street, where there is always something strange going on. I'm thinking that this time they must be wondering what I'm doing, flailing around and talking to myself.



Then I look down, and there on the sidewalk is a young man holding a giant fish swathed in bubble wrap.