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January 19, 2005
Brush up your Shakespeare
Last night I called home to wish the little nipper a happy birthday. Elizabeth gamely tried to get him to speak to me, but, being two, all he wanted to do was run around and scream. She asked me what I was up to, and I said I was going to the theatre. She said, "Oh, I'm sorry." I gleefully explained that I wasn't going to MY theatre. I was going to someone ELSE'S theatre to WATCH a play. Her confusion was certainly understandable.
Anyway, I'd been invited directly and indirectly by two different cast members to the final dress rehearsal of Shakespeare in Hollywood at Theatreworks. It was absolutely delightful. The costumes, set and tech were marvelous, and the cast was brilliant. There wasn't a dud in the bunch. The woman who played Puck stole every scene she was in. I'd go and see this again just to see her (and the backwards Shakespeare scene, which was pure genius).
It was lovely to get out of my theatre for the evening, although it seems to never leave me. In the second act of the show last night, a prop flower fell apart onstage. Instinctively I reached for my notepad intending to write down "hot glue flower", then realized that it wasn't my problem. Woohoo!
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