The Prequel's Progress: 32569 as of last Monday, whereupon my sleep/wake cycle unexpectedly randomized itself again and I spent most of the intervening week only being alert for brief snatches. I did, however, have the opportunity on Saturday to ascertain that Valois actually appears to be surprisingly accessible as MeetUp venues go, so assuming I'm awake for those particular hours of the day tomorrow and it isn't raining frogs, I may even make it down to the LJ MeetUp...
A graphic indication of how overworked our Congresscritters are these days:
( Dear Constituent... )
I've seen snailmail form-letters that came faster than this... :)
So, [flipping back] I was going to tell the story of attending the preview showings of the play![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
febrile's been working at, let me see... Mum and I allowed ourselves two hours to drive from the Evanston Library to Lincoln&Webster, and turned out to need every minute of it, for we had forgotten, not being partiers ourselves, that that particular Saturday had been decreed "Get Wasted For The Irish" day, and every drinking establishment in the metro area was venting overflow crowds out into the streets, along with their attendant conveyances. But eventually we made it though the mobs of drunken yuppies lining Lincoln, and even found a decent parking space, which was a very good thing because we had been on the verge of giving up on the whole idea if we'd had to walk much farther than those two blocks in that kind of cold. (Indeed, part of why I dragged Mum along in the first place was because I knew I'd never make it to the theater without the ride, the way I've been complaining this winter... I need a different coat, I think.)
It was quite the thrill to walk up to the box-office and say, we're friends of the ASM, he's set aside tickets. ;) (And, as I remarked to the other LJ'ers in attendance that night once we'd discovered we were seated in consecutive rows, thank god he didn't have them held under our LJ names...) There was a bit of confusion when the ushers failed to point out to anyone that the seat-numbers had a right/left/center-section to them, but this turned out to be an indication that all the seats would be occupied for this showing, so good news for the production, in the end.
So, the play: It's been so long since I've been to see live theater that anything would have done, but above and beyond that, Humble Boy is a worthy effort, a reworking of the themes of Hamlet in a brisk modern idiom, and well worth seeing even if you're not Taking Advantage of Connections. :) (I kid because I love, and because even cheap tickets are a rare treat for our household...) The set, asfebrile has mentioned, is stunning, especially in such an intimate space, and provoked a morbid giggle from my quarter when it turned out that a large part of febrile's actual front-stage duty for the between-acts change involves, basically, bussing a table. Even when an actor can get a gig in the theater, the spectre of the old "oh, you're an actor? At what restaurant?" gag still intrudes...
Afterwards the LJ contingent regrouped in the lobby to make further plans for the evening, but alas, I had barely begun to chat when Mum's patience ran out and she started to wander off in search of her long-deferred dinner, so I had to say my goodbyes if I wanted to catch a ride back home. Such a trial to maintain any sort of social connections when you're carless in a city with this kind of winters... {sigh}
A graphic indication of how overworked our Congresscritters are these days:
( Dear Constituent... )
I've seen snailmail form-letters that came faster than this... :)
So, [flipping back] I was going to tell the story of attending the preview showings of the play
febrile's been working at, let me see... Mum and I allowed ourselves two hours to drive from the Evanston Library to Lincoln&Webster, and turned out to need every minute of it, for we had forgotten, not being partiers ourselves, that that particular Saturday had been decreed "Get Wasted For The Irish" day, and every drinking establishment in the metro area was venting overflow crowds out into the streets, along with their attendant conveyances. But eventually we made it though the mobs of drunken yuppies lining Lincoln, and even found a decent parking space, which was a very good thing because we had been on the verge of giving up on the whole idea if we'd had to walk much farther than those two blocks in that kind of cold. (Indeed, part of why I dragged Mum along in the first place was because I knew I'd never make it to the theater without the ride, the way I've been complaining this winter... I need a different coat, I think.)It was quite the thrill to walk up to the box-office and say, we're friends of the ASM, he's set aside tickets. ;) (And, as I remarked to the other LJ'ers in attendance that night once we'd discovered we were seated in consecutive rows, thank god he didn't have them held under our LJ names...) There was a bit of confusion when the ushers failed to point out to anyone that the seat-numbers had a right/left/center-section to them, but this turned out to be an indication that all the seats would be occupied for this showing, so good news for the production, in the end.
So, the play: It's been so long since I've been to see live theater that anything would have done, but above and beyond that, Humble Boy is a worthy effort, a reworking of the themes of Hamlet in a brisk modern idiom, and well worth seeing even if you're not Taking Advantage of Connections. :) (I kid because I love, and because even cheap tickets are a rare treat for our household...) The set, as
febrile has mentioned, is stunning, especially in such an intimate space, and provoked a morbid giggle from my quarter when it turned out that a large part of febrile's actual front-stage duty for the between-acts change involves, basically, bussing a table. Even when an actor can get a gig in the theater, the spectre of the old "oh, you're an actor? At what restaurant?" gag still intrudes...Afterwards the LJ contingent regrouped in the lobby to make further plans for the evening, but alas, I had barely begun to chat when Mum's patience ran out and she started to wander off in search of her long-deferred dinner, so I had to say my goodbyes if I wanted to catch a ride back home. Such a trial to maintain any sort of social connections when you're carless in a city with this kind of winters... {sigh}