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Sep. 6th, 2007 02:04 pmMost important:
slipperyliz, please forgive me. Skype didn't alert me to your call; or even your message! It only popped up this afternoon.
Last night
maikeru,
sw_inku, and I got together to see Shakespeare in the Park. I have wanted to go for many a summer, but it always seems never to happen. (Usually the only other people who express interest are my parents, or are unavailable.) The production was A Midsummer Night's Dream, which is usually not my favorite - it certainly isn't my favorite of his plays. This production was well acted, though, and the play within the play was the best part. It was certainly the funniest. The men playing Oberon and Puck are magicians in their spare time, apparently, because all their time on stage had such tricks as are found in a magic show. (They're quite good at it, too.) Theseus and Hippolyta were excellent as well - Theseus was very wry in delivery of much of his lines, and Hippolya played the amazon.
There were parts of monologues - Puck's at the end in particular - that they turned into songs, though, and those were a little ... off. The worst part was having two amature critics seated behind us. They wouldn't stop talking.
After the show
sw_inku and I walked out onto the wrong side of the park (Central Park West rather than Fifth Avenue) and so we found ourselves walking from 81st street to 42nd, plotting out a purposelly bad Yankee-high-school-drama manga. At 42nd we finally said 'enough' and went for the train. After getting ice cream from Cold Stone, because why waist a chance to go to Cold Stone and ingest everything that your mother tells you you shouldn't? I got home short
Off to go bury myself in writing. Or something.
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Last night
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There were parts of monologues - Puck's at the end in particular - that they turned into songs, though, and those were a little ... off. The worst part was having two amature critics seated behind us. They wouldn't stop talking.
After the show
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Off to go bury myself in writing. Or something.