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8 September Just in case anyone doubted it, last night I proved exactly how much I love Omar. I went to see Love's Labours Lost for the second time. I don't think I mentioned seeing it the first time, but it was the new (now closed) Shakespeare at my theatre company. I saw it opening night because I had to train the box office staff and because I had several friends in the cast, Kelly being not the least of them. And it wasn't a bad production, there were a couple of quite excellent performances, particularly a couple of guys whom I have never liked previously, so that was a lovely treat, but seriously, Love's Labours Lost? Not one of Shakespeare's Greatest Hits. And definitely Shakespeare's worst ending. It goes: Happy happy hilarity ho ho ho, sadness death sad sad weep sad, happy song with laughing and bird calls happy happy, sad again, exeunt. And I'm not kidding, that's really what it is. There were a couple of performances that made me want to kill myself, but all of my friends were quite good, and the set design and costumes were gorgeous. Most of my problem was with the show itself. And I saw it twice, because Omar wanted to go last night, and I'd frankly go with him to a cross-burning if he asked me. So we held hands and stroked thighs and whispered in each other's ears ("I have no idea what's going on!" "He's the king and they've all agreed not to see any women for three years.") and all was fine.
Afterwards, we ate at Terriyaki Boy ("That's one great thing about you, honey, you always take me to all the swank places!"), where I had the nastiest beef terriyaki and the stickiest, most tasteless rice that I have ever had the privilege to eat in a dining room that smelled like chlorine. But again, I don't care what we do, I don't care where we go, as long as we're together. Clearly! Then he dropped me off at the van and we kissed goodnight for rather a while, and it was a great date. Bad food and my least favourite Shakespeare play equals a great date when we get to spend three hours together and there's a good kiss goodnight.
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