Unexpected plans
Well, tonight was a bit different than I'd planned, but in a good way.
I got to the theatre to meet with S, and she'd been visited by the director of the theatre up north of us, looking to pad the audience for the closing weekend of his show, I Hate Hamlet. So, with little advance planning, we (S, D, and I) took off the 20 minutes up to see it, after our beers, of course. We got there only a little late, but the only open seats were front and center, ie a major disturbance to get to in the middle of the show. So we stood by the side door until Intermission. Not too long really. The show was ok. Not high quality, it needed a LOT of refining on the technical end. I had some strange compulsions during the show though, that were hard to fight. The main character is an actor who is facing playing Hamlet, who isn't ready to play Hamlet, who is being coached by the ghost of John Barrymore, in acting and in Love. The lead's young girlfriend is describing an amorous feeling she was experiencing, the ghost of the old man putting the moves on her, and as she's describing the feel of someone stroking her hair and running their fingers along her neck, I had to seriously fight the urge to do that to S, sitting next to me. The mischievious part of me might have been able to pull it off, but at the time, during the romantic part of the show, neither my actions or my intentions probably would have been seen as harmlessly mischievious. Sigh. I just miss that kind of casual intimate contact, but I'm sure neither she, nor her new boyfriend, would appreciate my attention. Behave yourself boy, act your age.
I've also been lined up to help in striking the Tommy set next week. Starting Monday until it's done. Eh, it's work.
I got to the theatre to meet with S, and she'd been visited by the director of the theatre up north of us, looking to pad the audience for the closing weekend of his show, I Hate Hamlet. So, with little advance planning, we (S, D, and I) took off the 20 minutes up to see it, after our beers, of course. We got there only a little late, but the only open seats were front and center, ie a major disturbance to get to in the middle of the show. So we stood by the side door until Intermission. Not too long really. The show was ok. Not high quality, it needed a LOT of refining on the technical end. I had some strange compulsions during the show though, that were hard to fight. The main character is an actor who is facing playing Hamlet, who isn't ready to play Hamlet, who is being coached by the ghost of John Barrymore, in acting and in Love. The lead's young girlfriend is describing an amorous feeling she was experiencing, the ghost of the old man putting the moves on her, and as she's describing the feel of someone stroking her hair and running their fingers along her neck, I had to seriously fight the urge to do that to S, sitting next to me. The mischievious part of me might have been able to pull it off, but at the time, during the romantic part of the show, neither my actions or my intentions probably would have been seen as harmlessly mischievious. Sigh. I just miss that kind of casual intimate contact, but I'm sure neither she, nor her new boyfriend, would appreciate my attention. Behave yourself boy, act your age.
I've also been lined up to help in striking the Tommy set next week. Starting Monday until it's done. Eh, it's work.
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