No tights, just leather pants. Which, hey, I'll take it.

Cedar City was marvelous. I did not go with GH, I actually went with a lovely L**** friend whom I will refer to as JJ. She's the one I went to Hawaii with last year and the Shakespearean Festival (again, some more) the year before that, and a better traveling companion you will not find, I tell you. She actually likes driving, so I didn't even have to do any of it.

One thing I've noticed is that whenever JJ and I get together, even though we are generally upbeat people, the conversation always tends to turn to dark topics. And since we had quite a long drive there and back, I joked with her beforehand that I was going to time us to see how long it took before we were earnestly discussing self-mutilation. We never got there, but instead covered health care; racism; spinsterhood; bipartisanship; family issues; gender politics within the Church; education; food production; and our country's high C-section rate. We are pretty much a laugh riot. But hanging out with JJ was the biggest highlight of the trip.

The second biggest highlight was the part where I only heard ONE cell phone go off during a play. (Which is one more than last time, but whatever, I'll take it as long as it's not the complete cell-phone-insanity-fest that was 2005. It seems that maybe the old people got their grandkids to teach them how to turn their phones off in the last 4 years). The phone that did ring had the same ringtone, however, as mine. Which made me crap an absolute brick until I reminded myself, "You turned off your phone outside and then you double-checked just before the play began. You know that's not your phone. Please resume breathing."

But still. It was pretty terrifying. Because if that had been my phone ringing during the first act of The Secret Garden when poor Archie and Lily are singing about their doomed love I would have had to throw myself off the balcony. Which would have likely injured the people below me.

Anyway, for those who asked, we saw The Secret Garden, Henry V (wherein Brian Vaughn did indeed spit him up a storm), and Foxfire. All were wonderful, more on that to come!