Sunday, July 22, 2012
The Play's the Thing
Years ago Abe and I saw it on Broadway. At the time I was pregnant with Clark and very sick with the worst cold of my life. I went through an entire roll of toilet paper Abe had swiped from the men's bathroom for me. We had the worst seats in the house. I wept hysterically at the end-- but did I cry because I was so moved or because I was so sick and wanted to go home? I don't know. I just know that on this night I was happy to be in full health with a good seat.
I did cry at times, but not audibly and not hysterically, unlike the very emotional girl a few rows over from us. I was stoic compared to her, poor girl.
Besides seeing the plays, the biggest thrill of the trip was strolling between the festival and our charming bed and breakfast one block away. We did this numerous times on Friday. We came back and napped twice on Friday just because we could!! How glorious! How relaxing!
This was after we'd attended a literary discussion and actor's seminar Saturday morning. The day before we'd attended another literary discussion and costume seminar. Oh, didn't we feel high brow!
But who are we kidding? We couldn't get away from our roots-- we did still make a couple of stops at the local Walmart. Drawn to that place like a moth to the flame.