"Can I take this in with me?" I ask the cheery-eyed woman. There was less than ten minutes until show time, and nothing's worse than fitfully forcing yourself to chug wine. "Well of course you can. It's a show, ain't it?" I chuckle and order, assuring myself that I have good reason for my ignorance, accustomed as I am to spilling out perfectly good terror-free water in airport lines and drowning myself during short intermissions at most New York City venues.