This may come as a shock to a lot of you, but… I’m afraid of apple juice.

You might be asking yourself right now: “why is Aidan Nulman, the epitome of all that is cool and manly and awesome, afraid of a substance so inocuous?”… if you are, I don’t blame you. See, it all goes back to Grade 2…

I used to drink a lot of apple juice. And, in an effort to bolster my independence, my Mom let me pack my juice for my lunchboxes. One day, when I came home from school, I didn’t drink my apple juice… and she told me to put it back in the box the next day. Okay, no big deal…

I got into the habit of reusing old juice. Which, again, isn’t too big of a deal. Until, of course, I decide not to drink my juice for a week. And then another week. Suddenly, I have two-week-old, oxidized apple juice sitting in my lunchbox… and I decide to drink it.

IT WAS VILE. And I haven’t touched the stuff since. (Cider, though, is a whole ‘nother story.)

Until tonight. Come join me, friends and folks of Urinetown, in the lobby during the intermission of tonight’s (the Wednesday night) show. The round of AJ is on me.

Tickets available at the door. 7 Hart House Circle, as usual… Don’t be late!