I would love to see a play or show right about now. I think the last time I saw good, live theatre (of course, I’m not counting a local high school’s production of “You Can’t take it With You,” which was, uh, horrible) was about 4 years ago, when, kind of on a whim, I drove down to Signature Theater and saw a mahvelous musical called “110 in the Shade.” It was awesome, I had a good seat, it was terrific. I’d like to do that again. There’s just something about theatre. I’m a nerd, but I loves it.
It’s yet another rainy day. I’ve gotten to a point where–rather than standing in the street and shaking my fist at the cloudy sky–I’ve accepted that there will be rainy days. It can’t be sunny all the time. Flowers need to grow. Grass needs to grow. (Never mind that we’ve surpassed every record in the book, as far as rain is concerned, and that this corner of the earth is practically drowning). I’ve made peace. (Two weeks from now? When I’m shaking my fist at the cloudy sky? The above-mentioned words will mean absolutely nothing).
We had an audience during my workout class last night. It was a little surreal and wierd. Out of nowhere, a whole group of bystanders were standing by the OPEN doors (I don’t get why people nearby just don’t close them), watching us sweat and jump around like lunatics. One woman was smiling and clapping along, like we were putting on a show. Another guy seemed to be studying the moves–either that or there was a camera somewhere and we’re all minutes away from seeing ourselves on YouTube. It was insane.
As I’m prone to say, onwards and upwards.