to the playhouse and back!

yesterday was a crazy busy day... class with my advisor, lunch, reading class with my advisor, break, seminar that my advisor coordinates... by then it was already 5:30 going on 6pm... eric and i went to his house so he could change clothes and then to subway for dinner... then to my house for me to change clothes and for us to meet scott and colleen... we all had tickets to the marriage of figaro at the local playhouse last night... it was pretty fun.

some of colleen's catholic center friends met us there... colleen had bought us tickets in the gallery though (as far away from the state as you get in the top balcony), and it wasn't sold out so eric voted for moving further down in the balcony (if you're not taking sold seats, no one gets mad)... so he, scott, and i moved down, but colleen and her friends stayed put higher up.

if you're not familiar with it, the marriage of figaro (opera by mozart) is insane... figaro and susanna are getting married, but the count (their employer) is in love with susanna and tries to do all kinds of crazy things to screw things up... there's a pageboy (really a woman playing the part) who ends up dressed as a woman for half the play (a woman playing a man dressed as a woman... oi)... and there's a devious plot with the countess and susanna to get back at the count on the day of the wedding... there's another devious plot by the count to try to force figaro to marry another character instead last minute, who turns out to be his mother... things just about absolutely go crazy.

quotes:

(at intermission)
me: (to eric) dude, are they all on drugs?
eric: did you just ask if they're on bobs?
me: sure, bobs... how do you spell that
eric: b-a-u-b-s... baubs.
me: um ok, sure... are they on baubs?
eric: definitely, yes

(partway through act 3)
me: (to scott) dude, what on earth is going on?
scott: don't tell me you're confused already
me: no, i just want a reaction of "this is all insane"!
scott: ok, well they're all insane... and they just found his mother... and she wasnt't a snort OR a pronk!

(a snort is the name for a bulldozer in the kids' book "are you my mother", and a pronk is the name for a snort in the spanish version of the book ;-) )

next thursday, i'm crazy excited... there's a performance of the soweto gospel choir (award winning choir from south africa) at the same theater... ben, leigh, and i have 5th row orchestra section tickets, and i'm pretty excited about it :-)

anywho... early class today... gotta get a move on... tgif?