This will have to be quick

I apologize I cannot give you the attention and well-crafted prose you deserve, but I'm training my replacement today and it turns out that it's hard to blog when someone is spooned up to me at my desk. (It's not the guy's fault, though. He doesn't have a computer, or a desk, or a chair, or a phone yet, on account of I still have all those things. Because I'm not gone yet.)

Anyway, the Utah Shakespearean Festival. Lovely, wonderful, beautiful weather, great companions, so much fun, I don't know why I haven't been going every single year and watching every single play. Saw Stones in His Pockets Monday night, and I can't say enough good about it. The two leads were amazing, especially since they played 15 distinct characters without messing up once. This is where I started to get a crush on Brian Vaughn, just as Streets of Belfast told me I would.

The next day we saw Camelot, and that's when the crush blossomed into love, because Oh. My. Gosh. That boy can sing, too. And he's just so noble and sweet and tortured as King Arthur. I kept wanting to smack Guinevere upside the head for not loving him anymore. (Also, if anyone watches the clip, they totally redid Jenny's hair and it looks much better in the actual production--dark and curly, rather than the Carol Kane frizz you see there. Good choice, hair people, because that mess looked nasty.) Oh! And Streets and I saw Brian Vaughn in the Gifte Shoppe, but I didn't go over and ask to get a picture, because I didn't think of it and I'm not brave and I'm not a groupie. But I did start flicking Streets' arm really hard in the middle of our conversation so that she would turn around and see him.

We went to a costume seminar where the Guy in Charge of Costumes showed us a bunch of them and talked about how they were made, which involved all sorts of magickery. Some of those actresses are dang tiny, by the way. Just looking at the costumes for Dr. Faustus made us want to buy tickets right there and just come home really really late that night, but it didn't work out. This is probably just as well, because it's a scary play and I was the driver. I would probably have a flashback in the middle of the drive and send us all into a gully.

I won't get into the whole cell phone situation at Camelot, you can read Cicada's blog for that. But I would like to say that in addition to the most repulsive display of People Who Need to be Clubbed to Death with their Own Cell Phones that I've ever witnessed, there was also an older woman near me who kept barking out the word "Lancelot" during quiet moments in the play. I don't know why she did this.


Cicada said... [reply]

Bwahahahahaha. I didn't know about the woman who was saying "Lancelot!" Hahahah. It's not the same woman as the costume woman, was it? Ohhhhh, YES!

Streets of Belfast said... [reply]

I just want to say, I Saw Him First! But I may let you have him since he is a little on the short side...no never mind I want him.

Nemesis said... [reply]

C'mon, Streets. You SAW how short he was. Maybe you'd better just let me have him. But hey, it's your call.

Streets of Belfast said... [reply]

If I wear flats and he wears chunky shoes...I don't really see the problem (especially if we are making out sitting down)

daltongirl said... [reply]

I'm just happy you're back. And that your Weather Pixie and Countdown to England are all straightened out.

I'm also glad you had a wonderful time. Sorry about Spooner.

Cicada said... [reply]

Sorry about Spooner? But I thought that Nemesis once mentioned that Spooner was cute and single? Am I missing something, or has spooning with cute and single men suddenly become a bad thing?

Susannah said... [reply]

I have had that same love for Brian Vaughn for a few years now. In 2003 Brian played Rutledge in 1776. When that gorgeous man sang "Molasses to rum to slaaaaaves" I melted. And then I saw him in Much Ado About Nothing

Then again, I also love David Ivers (who is the other lead in Stones In His Pockets) It happened during Servant of Two Masters in 2003.


uh...don't mind me...I'm just a lurker who apparently rambles.

Coop said... [reply]

I mirror Cicada's feelings--complaining about spooning? Shame.

And maybe the woman was Lancelot's mother and had brought him cookies or something, but didn't know when to give them to him. Then again, maybe she was a mental patient that just thought that she was Lancelot's mother. Be glad that you didn't eat her cookies--you never know what's in cookies made by those people.

daltongirl said... [reply]

Let me point out that I would have celebrated the spooning, had not Nemesis implied that it was distasteful to her. So it's up to her to explain. Perhaps she's given up the idea of the cute, single guy who wants to spoon in favor of the slightly less accessible Brian Vaughn. Or maybe she cherishes the idea of Lancelot's mother becoming, hereafter, her mother-in-law. So you did eat the cookies, Nemesis. It all becomes clear.

nemesis said... [reply]

Sorry for not being clear, everyone. Single Cute Guy did NOT get hired. Very nice Married Guy did, hence my reluctance to spoon.

And welcome, susannah!

Cicada said... [reply]

I am grieved, shocked. But is it certain? Is it absolutely certain that you will never spoon with the young, single, cute man?

chosha said... [reply]

That woman was mad at the cell phone crew, too. She was actually yelling, 'Lance the lot!!'

chosha said... [reply]

Okay that was a terrible pun.

Nemesis said... [reply]

Wow, chosha. That was pretty bad. But I once shared an office with a guy who punned incessantly, so I'm sure I've heard much, much worse! :-)

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