The what?

So, I went to something called "the atre" for the first time today (the Melbourne Arts Centre, to be precise). Went and saw A Little Night Music, a musical (duh) with song and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim (who did the same for Sweeney Todd, among others) and screenplay by Hugh Wheeler. Love, betrayal, singing and dancing, that sort of stuff. The wit and sophistication of the penis jokes were much higher than that of the average popcorn flick. I quite enjoyed it and recommend it, though I did get in for free. I guess you could say I paid in the higher learning I missed out on from skipping my lectures, but that joke's a bit of a stretch, even for my crass humour.