I’m spending a relaxing afternoon in the CCM Starbucks on UC’s campus. My workday ended early and since Ted & I carpool downtown for work together whenever possible, I’m hanging out waiting for Ted to finish up for the day. I love these kind of afternoons when I can sip a hot rich drink, nibble on lemon pound cake, and read a book or catch up on computer work at my own leisurely pace while listening to calming and eclectic coffee-shop music. I was only briefly disturbed by two blabbermouth costume and makeup/wig students who were picking apart the bodies of the ladies in the Evita cast, accusing them of being “the fat kind of skinny,” “flubbery,” and “kind of bitchy.” As if vocally and publicly picking apart the personalities, talents and body types of your peers in a communal location where everyone in the department congregates is any less bitchy. I shot a few menacing glares their direction, but otherwise kept to myself until they, thankfully, hit the road, probably to continue their trash talk elsewhere. Most theatre artists (and college students), no matter how skinny, pretty or talented, are self-conscious and insecure enough without their own peers bringing them down. Save the criticism and analytic commentary for the professional critics, whose job it is to pick people apart somewhat respectfully. I despise that kind of blatant rudeness.
Last night we attended the invited dress for A Little Night Music at CCM. The show is free, so within an hour of the box office opening ticket reservations for it, it was totally sold out. Lucky for us, Ted’s an insider here so we just sat in on the invited dress rehearsal the day before opening with the rest of the technical crew, students and professors who needed to see it. I really like this musical, so I basically dragged Ted to see it, although he had little no interest in it, especially since he spends all day, everyday, at CCM in a dark theatre and most likely wanted nothing more than to get away for a few hours. But he got off work, picked me up at home, drove us back to CCM, and watched the show with me because he’s just that awesome. The tomfoolery of the show gets really fun right about act 2, so not all hope was lost. He wasn’t totally miserable and even braved a few laughs toward the end there ;-) We discussed the striking musical and plot similarities between Into the Woods and A Little Night Music (both Sondheim shows), ate dinner at 11:30 p.m., and crashed.
So that was our big night out – lots of excitement going on here in our household, obviously. Low key seems to suit us just nicely right now. Hope you’re all ready to check out the Packers in the Superbowl on Sunday!
