Shakespeare in the park.

Culture goes great with a little libation; however, some culture requires it for one’s own mental safety. The acting is superbe in this particular troupe, but as goes with mind-bendingly complicated Shakespearean arts, if your attention is diverted for more than a few seconds, all is lost.

Enter rum & cokes to go!

[Above, a very patient husband. Below, a husband losing his patience.]

I used to copyedit the above program back when I worked in Hades. I felt it was only fair I go myself and scour my former coworkers’ efforts in the dappled shade of the maple trees. No typos; well done, kids! Jesus, what a job that was.

I kneeled in the grass and my legs broke out into some angry, 3-D rash so we didn’t stay much beyond that crazy girl’s monologue. I’m making us sound really plebeian right now.

Only a few more days left to see the show. Dates and times here.

Enjoy!

-C+R