A Midsummer Nights Dream put on by Open Space Arts.
Natalie was Moth, Charlie was Starveling.
At the end of the play, Mark, one of the techs, proposed Elora, who played Titania & Hyppolyta.
She said yes.
I gave then my standard advice, which is to elope
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I was using Google to confirm the spelling of the word “Bated”, as in, “Bated breath,” the other day, and I came across its origins.
It turns out that it’s a diminutive form of the word “abated”, and the first recorded use was by William Shakespeare, specifically, Merchant of Venice, “Shall I bend low and in a bondman’s key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this; ‘Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurn’d me such a day; another time You call’d me dog; and for these courtesies I’ll lend you thus much moneys’?”
I already knew that the first recorded use of puke, actually the word puking, came from The Scottish Play.
I just think that it’s kinda cool.
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Sharon’s Uncle & Aunt visited, my phone went balls up (I’m using Sharon’s old phone), and Open Space Arts had their last show of the season, followed by a cast party, and I was getting some of the non-drivers to and from that.
And did I mention that I was fashioned into filming the show?
Busy, so no blogging tonight.
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We took Natalie to Camp Tizmoret Shoshana, a Jewish performing arts camp.
It is at Capitol Camp, about 50 miles from home.
So, we packed up in the morning, and drove her to camp.
100+ miles round trip, and then Sharon and Charlie had to get ready for their performances at Open Space Arts this afternoon.
Only Natalie forgot a few things: her music theory notebook, Portman (her marionette), and her towels.
Then, after the play, we get a text that she had also forgotten her asthma inhaler.
So, instead of getting her stuff to her tomorrow, we had to go back tonight.
So, back we went, another 2 hour round trip.
At one point, we drove through a thunderstorm that felt like the apocalypse.
We had zero visibility, and the almost constant lightning had the wipers strobing across the windshield.
We are now headed back home (Sharon is driving), finally.
I swear, Natalie would forget her own head if it weren’t attached.
Sharon and Charlie had roles in Open Space Arts‘ Summer Playwrites Festival, and Natalie, who had a scheduling conflict this year, was working tech crew.
OSA is a community theater in Reisterstown, and the festival had 7 one act plays.
I filmed out for them.
No blogging tonight as a result
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