Those Clever Mormons
Aug. 12th, 2006 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
revenaThe Shakespeare today was pretty darn good, which almost makes up for the hell of getting to it. We saw a production of The Merry Wives of Windsor, which I had neither seen nor read previously, and I quite enjoyed it. We also saw Hamlet, which I have both seen and read way too many times, and which was less impressive on the whole, though reasonably well done. (and for an odd side note that won't mean anything to about 99% of you - the actor who played Laertes bore a striking resemblance to Stryder Crown. Floppy hair and all)
I picked up some fun things in the theatre giftshop - some postcards, which several of you will be receiving examples of soon, I have no doubt, and also a book with illustrations of European costumes through the ages. The Russians really knew how to rock a silly hat.
Probably the highlight of the evening was dinner. OMG, it was so good. MMmmm, shepherd's pie...
Getting to dinner also provided an opportunity for Dad to say something very funny.
I've been getting kind've frustrated with everyone. My feet hurt. Really, a lot. But at the same time as I don't mind a little acknowledgement of the fact that I'm in pain, I really don't want everyone hovering over me and being nuts about it. Erik keeps trying to help me in and out of the car, and shutting the door for me, and stuff. And Mom keeps fussing around and telling me to put them up on something every time I sit down somewhere. And someone asks me, reliably every fifteen minutes, whether I'm doing ok and do I need a little help with something.
When Mom did that on the way in to dinner right after Erik had and I'd politely declined, I got a little snarly. So Dad dropped back and kept me company while I shuffled slowly to the door.
"Are you thinking of trading in your mother?" he asked.
"The whole family, at this point," I muttered, ungraciously.
He laughed. "Oh, sweetheart. That's why people get married. Eventually you get so goddamn sick of your family that you have to run off and start a new one."
I pointed out that that theory doesn't account for all of the people in the world who stay single for life, and yet hate their parents, but it did make me laugh.
In print, it looks really dumb, but trust me - if you'd heard him actually say it, it would have amused you, too.
Plus, I am going to file it away as a tension-breaking comment just in case he freaks out a little when Jameson gets around to proposing...
I picked up some fun things in the theatre giftshop - some postcards, which several of you will be receiving examples of soon, I have no doubt, and also a book with illustrations of European costumes through the ages. The Russians really knew how to rock a silly hat.
Probably the highlight of the evening was dinner. OMG, it was so good. MMmmm, shepherd's pie...
Getting to dinner also provided an opportunity for Dad to say something very funny.
I've been getting kind've frustrated with everyone. My feet hurt. Really, a lot. But at the same time as I don't mind a little acknowledgement of the fact that I'm in pain, I really don't want everyone hovering over me and being nuts about it. Erik keeps trying to help me in and out of the car, and shutting the door for me, and stuff. And Mom keeps fussing around and telling me to put them up on something every time I sit down somewhere. And someone asks me, reliably every fifteen minutes, whether I'm doing ok and do I need a little help with something.
When Mom did that on the way in to dinner right after Erik had and I'd politely declined, I got a little snarly. So Dad dropped back and kept me company while I shuffled slowly to the door.
"Are you thinking of trading in your mother?" he asked.
"The whole family, at this point," I muttered, ungraciously.
He laughed. "Oh, sweetheart. That's why people get married. Eventually you get so goddamn sick of your family that you have to run off and start a new one."
I pointed out that that theory doesn't account for all of the people in the world who stay single for life, and yet hate their parents, but it did make me laugh.
In print, it looks really dumb, but trust me - if you'd heard him actually say it, it would have amused you, too.
Plus, I am going to file it away as a tension-breaking comment just in case he freaks out a little when Jameson gets around to proposing...
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Date: 2006-08-13 07:14 am (UTC)It is true though. And younow have his wise words written down as evidence for when your beau does get to the proposing. (Written evidence is always brilliant). :)
Tell me when you get my postcard. I'm becoming concerned with NZ post and the state of its international deliveries...
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-13 09:35 pm (UTC)Also, I really do hope that your feet get to feeling better! And... and.... Shakespeare! Yay!
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:41 am (UTC)Yay, Shakespeare!