Showing posts with label Theatre on the Run. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Theatre on the Run. Show all posts

Thursday, March 20, 2014

A Couple of Pictures

Interestingly, I'm thinking less and less about getting photos of Meg Being Out.  I'm not sure what that means.

I don't have any from the games themselves, or in the theatre.

gameday dress, on my balcony
theatre dress, before the show
Fingers and toes before getting dressed

Monday, March 17, 2014

Visiting Orlando

Parking wasn't difficult at all.  In fact, none of the things I worried about needed worrying.  Walking around the building in the dark in heels was the most difficult part.

It turns out that the will call opens at 6:30 but the doors don't open until 7:15.  So we waited along with everybody else.  There were no problems with picking up tickets or standing around with the crowd of theatregoers.  If you were ever worried about being in, say, a crowded elevator while dressed....  It's not a problem, really.

Before going out that day I was a tad nervous.  I don't know exactly why, but I believe it was because I felt so out-of-sorts last time I went out and it shook me a bit.  I think I was more comfortable and natural that day and I was fine once I left the apartment.

As I said, going to the theatre was fine.  Sitting through the play was fine.  Leaving was not a problem.  The biggest issue?

The snacks I had at game day were wearing off.  We decided to go to our local diner for dinner.

And, as I said, the play was great!




Thursday, March 13, 2014

Full Day

Ack!  Friday the 13th falls on a Thursday this month!

Winter took a little break on Saturday; temperatures went up to the 50s after the threat of ice and freezing rain the day before.

I had chosen several dresses for the show.  I was planning on just overdressing for the games, but instead I brought a dress to change into and wore a more casual one.  You may recall, one time, one of the guys looked at my long (casual) dress and said said "we're more casual here."

Saturday, I had to mail a box of slides that I wanted converted to digital form.  I also invited to a t-friendly game day, and I had tickets to Orlando in the evening.  The plan was:
  • Get Meg ready by 11:30
  • Go to the post office at 11:30
  • Play games at noon
  • Change into something nicer around 5:15
  • Get dinner around 5:30
  • Go to the show around 6:30
We were running late so I had to skip the post office.  As it is, we were supposed to get to the house for games at noon and I left my apartment after that.

Walking from the car to the door I saw a woman pull out of her garage across the street.  She rolled down her window and called out "sharp coat!"  After figuring out that she was actually talking to me I smiled and called back my thanks.



Monday, March 10, 2014

Visiting Orlando

This production of Orlando was a bit more gender fluid than I expected.

I didn't know much more than what the review said: Orlando was a male who, unexpectedly, became female around age 30.  Everything else about Orlando was the same, except for the physical body.

Orlando took to her new environment with the same childlike delight he expressed until then.  Along with the transformation, Orlando seemed to live hundreds of years and never age.

That's the basic plot.

OK, I'm jealous.  Let's leave that to a chorus of "me too's!" and move on.

The cast consisted of five people: the women who played Sasha and Orlando, and three men who were listed as "chorus."  They played everyone else, male, female, and indeterminate.  (One character was introduced as female but later turned out to be a man disguised as a woman, for a dubious purpose.)

So the Queen of England, Orlando's suitors and friends (both before and after his transformation) were played by the same three men.

Sasha was always Sasha, Orlando's love.  Orlando was always Orlando.

I am not sure what I think of comedy drag.  I've seen part of "To Wong Foo" and "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" and turned them off.  I've watched "La Cage" and "Mrs Doubtfire" and "Some Like It Hot".  They're not on my "watch again" list.  I haven't seen "Kinky Boots" or "Transamerica" (yes, not a comedy, I know).

But I really enjoyed this production of Orlando.  The gender blending of the actors was fluid and generally drove the plot.  The audience shared Orlando's joie de vivre.

The theatre itself was tiny, seating perhaps 100; maybe 60 seats were filled.  Sit in the front row and you might find yourself involved in the show (to a small extent).

I am glad Meg went.  It just seemed appropriate.