I just became a member of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.
You should totally come next year.
There was a corgi cameo in The Taming of the Shrew.
I already have some favorite actors.
I’d forgotten that one characteristic of an effective stage actor is oversized hands; their gestures are more easily read from the back row.
On the backstage tour, I didn’t ask the question I most wanted to ask: “So, what’s the story on the dusty rubber ducky in the green room?”
There’s always somebody on the backstage tour whose questions make you cringe.
On the other hand, without the cringe-worthy questions we would never have learned that one particular actor’s nightmare is to perform in soccer uniform.
I will only change two things for next year; stay somewhere downtown, and buy a real city map.
Ashland to Portland is a four-hour drive if you’re sufficiently lead-footed. I’m not saying, I’m just saying.
Of course, in the hotel we ended up watching Animal Planet again, this time one about a leopard being reunited with her cub. He greeted her with many affectionate nips. I said, “See? Snag loves us. He does the exact same thing.”
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