As one fortunate enough to have been able to attend the Inner Circle Friday dress rehearsals for at least 15 years now, I could really empathize with its creators, at best always harried and down-to-the-wire. But these past few days have just had to be an absolutely traumatic experience. Wow! Inner Circle’s lyricists must have been hurling blobs of ink all over the joint because one thing this crazy show surely is, it’s topical! Even Elliot Spitzer, had he been able to be that proverbial fly on the wall, would have been extremely pleased and proud to observe what his moment under brilliant sunlight was able to wreak. I suspect that the creative souls of the annual Inner Circle frolic will certainly require advanced resuscitation, including double shots of everything.