Fore-Play
We arrived here Saturday, but through a quirk in our ticketing don’t see any plays until Tuesday night (Comedy of Errors). However, we did meet a couple of my friends who had been here the week before on Saturday night. We went to dinner and they gave us their impressions of what they had seen, and in one case laid on us the responsibility of arbiting a disagreement between them once we see The Visit.
We were sitting outside at a brewpub while having this high-minded conversation. Meanwhile, in the tree canopy above us, a psychotic squirrel was cavorting from branch to branch, taking bites of green hickory nuts and then tossing them away. “Away”, however, happened to be the vicinity of our table. We took hasty measures to protect the beer supply, an indispensable component to the discussion.
Later, Mr. Squirrel rained down some less physically dangerous, but infinitely more disgusting, gifts on our table, and we asked for our check.
After they saw their evening play, we met again at a bar where many actors show up after the late performances, and tried not to stare like the rubes we are. We stayed out way too late, made promises about meeting in Seattle for plays and dinners, and stumbled back to our lodgings.
