Lone Star

After work on Friday I went on a date with myself -didn't have enough time to ask a guy, not that I even really wanted to. It's just a chore of mine to go on a date once a month. Ha! Some chore! I'd rather be up in my elbows with Commet cleaning every toilet in the house! ...well, okay, its not that bad. Just tedious. ...Anyway- I went to one of the High Schools and watched the students preform one of William Shakespeare's biggest plays -"A Midsummer Night's Dream."

I got there early, of course, and didn't have to worry about buy a ticket because I already had a few days in advance, of course, so I just checked up at the entrance doors and took a seat near the front of the room and waited for the production to start.

Before the play had even started I loved it! The stage was amazing! Holy Cow! I don't think I've ever seen such a simple thing decked out with such beautiful trappings. It was the scene of the forest and it was just amazing! My descriptions will do it no justice, but I'll give it my best shot.

Nets of green and brown hung low from the ceiling along side the tall, thin trees scattered along the stage. The lights were low with a hint of fog -I was impressed by the lights that mimicked the sunlight escaping in past the canopy above; it really made the stage sort of come to life. -A platform sat in the middle of the stage; it's plastic designs made it look like an actual piece of forest floor cut out and somehow it was managed to be put on the stage without making even the slightest mess. A long curtain hung along the scene causing the effect of fog and scattered sunshine. I was thoroughly impressed! ...But see, I can't do it justice. I guess you'll just have to take my word on the fact that it was truly a piece of art!

The play was ten whole minutes late in starting (I didn't mind so much though. Like I said, I was already enjoying the view!) The time, though well spent, made me feel a little off. I was sitting alone, of course, and I felt well out of place. I was glad when the lights dimmed and the production began.

It was hilarious! I must say, after watching it preformed by school kids, I like it so much more than when I watched it played out behind the screen of a movie. So much cleaner! My favorite character was by far Nick Bottom. (If any of you have ever read "A Midsummer" then you know who this is, if you haven't, well, just know that he is an ecstatic performer -he plays in plays in a play, if that makes any sense at all- and during this whole escapade he gets turned into an -well, a donkey. I'm not sure which I liked more, the actor or the character. They were both very well done! The actor was by far the best. He said all his lines with utter clearness and volume and he was the most boisterous of all the performers.

...I guess there isn't much else to say on this matter. The play was good and as soon as it ended, and having no reason to stay behind and linger, I went home. I was a little shocked that my cousins had already gone to sleep. It was only nine-thirty. ...but I guess not all of us are as young as we use to be ;)

Well, I guess that was the end of my evening. I enjoyed it very much, or, as much as one person can enjoy something when they are all alone. But that doesn't matter so much. Like Dr. Seuss said "Alone is something you'll be quite a lot." ...As a matter of fact, every day for the past -who knows how long? I've been alone. (not in the sense that I am utterly alone and there isn't a solitary soul anywhere around, but more on the lines that I am lonely. I guess thats a better word to use...) I wake up and see my cousin for a brief twenty minutes and then after seminary I see his wife for a smaller fifteen minutes. And then...I'm alone. I go to school come home for five hours and then go to work. By the time I get off of work everyone is already asleep! Bleh! ...I'm not sure that things are going to get any better though. After school lets out I'll more than likely pick up another job and then I'll be swept up in the same routine. ...For the most bit it doesn't bother me... I've gotten use to being alone. ...But then there are days when I fell like curling up in a little ball on the couch in the empty livingroom and singing "I'm all alone! There's no one here beside me..." ....Haha, I guess I've gotten use to it though. I just hope that it doesn't cause any ill heath in me. I hear when one doesn't talk to someone else for a long period of time one can lose there sense of speech.... Not that that's anything I have to worry about, but still, the posiblity is there.... -Okay. Now I'm just rambling. I'm going to stop before I say anything else thats utterly witless.