*Happy Sigh*
Today was...exquisite. I wish I'd gotten up earlier; it was the sort of day to savor.
Happily, it was also Wild On Wellesley, the play-outside Wellesley celebration of Spring. Three-legged races, volleyball, origami, frisbee, skeeball, egg tossing, making paper flowers that I immediately stuck in my hair, donut hole speed-eating contest, that dunking booth game where the person in danger sits under a basket containing a water balloon instead of in a bucket, free cotton candy, lemonade, and kettlecorn...Good old summercamp-flavored, sunscreen-scented awesome. 10 points for each participation, more for a score or for winning. Then at the end there was an auction using the points- really cool stuff. I saved my points and waited until people had blown theirs extravagantly (occasionally driving up a bid or two when people with lots of points were interested in the lot because I am kind of a dick that way) and was able to get the thing I really wanted, a little scent-oil diffuser. The night is warm and my window is open: the room smells of vanilla and spring. I'm happy.
I love good theater, and the Welly Shakespeare Society's production of "Much Ado About Nothing," my second-favorite one of his comedies, certainly fit the bill. Tonight was the last production of the run; because many of the cast are seniors and it's their last production ever, the show was completely sold out. I got on the waiting list as soon as I got there and happily was admitted. The entire main line of characters was fantastic, with special props for sparkling performance to Beatrice, Benedict, and Don John. Three "lesser" characters who just about rocked my socks off were Antonio- brother of Leonato and uncle to both Hero and Beatrice- who managed a beautifully, and realistically, humorous tone even in the darkest points of the plot; Conrad, one of Don John's companions who was the very picture of tortured, unrequited adoration towards his master/friend; and Balthasar, a singer, whose part was clearly just left in because the girl playing the part has and incredibly beautiful, expressive voice and played the guitar like breathing. An awesome send-off for the seniors in the class. Title is something Conrad screams at Dogberry, the constable, while he's being arrested. Dogberry's response is the only thing that makes the character worthwhile, and the actress played it to the hilt.
Three games this weekend, three damn fine games, three wins. Red Sox beating Yankees= Love + gloating phone calls to Hac.
Today’s Quote: "She has known the heat of a luxurious bed!" - Claudio, "Much Ado About Nothing"
Random Thought for Today: Did you know "nothing" was a euphemism for a part of the female anatomy back in Shakespeare's time? I wonder if his friends giggled when he told them the title.
current mood:
Good
current music: I Would Look Good With You - Josh Gracin
Happily, it was also Wild On Wellesley, the play-outside Wellesley celebration of Spring. Three-legged races, volleyball, origami, frisbee, skeeball, egg tossing, making paper flowers that I immediately stuck in my hair, donut hole speed-eating contest, that dunking booth game where the person in danger sits under a basket containing a water balloon instead of in a bucket, free cotton candy, lemonade, and kettlecorn...Good old summercamp-flavored, sunscreen-scented awesome. 10 points for each participation, more for a score or for winning. Then at the end there was an auction using the points- really cool stuff. I saved my points and waited until people had blown theirs extravagantly (occasionally driving up a bid or two when people with lots of points were interested in the lot because I am kind of a dick that way) and was able to get the thing I really wanted, a little scent-oil diffuser. The night is warm and my window is open: the room smells of vanilla and spring. I'm happy.
I love good theater, and the Welly Shakespeare Society's production of "Much Ado About Nothing," my second-favorite one of his comedies, certainly fit the bill. Tonight was the last production of the run; because many of the cast are seniors and it's their last production ever, the show was completely sold out. I got on the waiting list as soon as I got there and happily was admitted. The entire main line of characters was fantastic, with special props for sparkling performance to Beatrice, Benedict, and Don John. Three "lesser" characters who just about rocked my socks off were Antonio- brother of Leonato and uncle to both Hero and Beatrice- who managed a beautifully, and realistically, humorous tone even in the darkest points of the plot; Conrad, one of Don John's companions who was the very picture of tortured, unrequited adoration towards his master/friend; and Balthasar, a singer, whose part was clearly just left in because the girl playing the part has and incredibly beautiful, expressive voice and played the guitar like breathing. An awesome send-off for the seniors in the class. Title is something Conrad screams at Dogberry, the constable, while he's being arrested. Dogberry's response is the only thing that makes the character worthwhile, and the actress played it to the hilt.
Three games this weekend, three damn fine games, three wins. Red Sox beating Yankees= Love + gloating phone calls to Hac.
Today’s Quote: "She has known the heat of a luxurious bed!" - Claudio, "Much Ado About Nothing"
Random Thought for Today: Did you know "nothing" was a euphemism for a part of the female anatomy back in Shakespeare's time? I wonder if his friends giggled when he told them the title.
current mood:
Good
current music: I Would Look Good With You - Josh Gracin