All the World's A Stage, I Guess

The weather yesterday was inspiring. Gourgeous. And last night we did an outdoor event so that worked out perfectly. Felt strange to put a sweatshirt on in the middle of summer but I was getting chills.

Romeo and Juliet was the play. And I guess that while I admire and love Shakespeare, I'm kind of tired of the story. I hadn't even realized how many times I've seen it done. But, I knew nearly everything that was coming up. Between a few movie renditions, West Side Story, and West Side Story on stage (high school rendition) plus just basic exposure to it, there's no thrill left. The only moment I felt any emotion was when Juliet's mother finds her daughter "dead". The screaming was well done. And I was struck with a feeling of sadness to what a mother in that situation would have to be feeling.

So, my mind was occupied most of the time with other matters. Food, spilling my drink into my bag, and some nausea. I felt very out of it last night. Not very social. Which isn't so great when you're hosting a meetup. Luckily, as one new friend pointed out, you shouldn't really be talking much during a play anyway.

There was at least one click with a new person that felt good. And another that could be, maybe. A few of the guys went out for drinks afterwards. Glad they hit it off well enough to do so.

As I sat there in my lawn chair, watching the play but not really paying much attention I did look around at the grounds. And the fact that over 400 people came out to see the show. And I found myself struck and in awe of the fact that at some point someone had an idea. And they made the dream come true. While the show wasn't awe inspiring the fact that the show was going on was. I wonder who first came up with the idea of a Delaware Shakespeare Festival. And who did they approach about helping them get it off the ground? Pretty kickass when you think about it.

Pretty neat. I guess some big things are possible. If you put your mind to it. And maybe, just maybe we can put on our own productions, if we so choose. So now I have to ask myself... do I choose?