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Romeo & Juliet

nobody@vox.com(hp) — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 12:09:39 -0400

Last night, we went made our annual pilgrimage to Luther Burbank Park for Wooden O's Shakespeare in the Park. This year, the production is Romeo & Juliet, which inspired Drake to pull out (and play) all related musical works that we have in our collection:

The Romeo and Juliet Overture-Fantasy by Tchaikovsky

Romeo and Juliet Ballet by Prokofiev (which we saw this past season at Pacific Northwest Ballet).

West Side Story (a very interesting-sounding bilingual revival planned for February in New York)

Romeo and Juliet Choral Symphony by Berlioz

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It couldn't have been a more perfect evening for a picnic and theater in the park.

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Cabinet rearranging

nobody@vox.com(Papi Chulo) — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 20:02:56 -0400

Everything in its place.

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if i don't die, or worse, i'm going to need a nap

nobody@vox.com(hotrod) — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 05:32:55 -0400

Most people, when invited to a Saturday evening wedding in New York City, might make a weekend out of it. Not me. Now to be fair, until yesterday I was supposed to spend tomorrow riding roller coasters, but somebody (let's call him, oh I dunno.... D. San. No, wait - Daby S.) fell down playing his hippie frisbee game a week ago and is still bitching and moaning about it like a little baby. My original itinerary was to leave this morning around eight, and drive back home tonight after the reception - getting here around three or four in the morning. I could get a couple hours of sleep, and nap in the car on the way down to Williamsburg. It was to be a couple of long-ass days, for sure, but not completely unreasonable. And ever since I talked myself into the ridiculous notion of making the wedding a day trip, it's been difficult to contemplate alternate courses of action. Even considering my now-cancelled Sunday plans, I went to sleep yesterday thinking that I'd be back in my own bed the following night.

Now I don't know what to do. I'm up way too early. By which I mean: I'm up at the same time I usually wake up. My plan hinged on sleeping in until about seven. Under other circumstances, those two and a half hours might not matter. But staring down a potential twenty hour day, those two and a half hours could be the difference between making it home safely or ending up in a ditch along the New Jersey Turnpike. I suppose, should things go sideways, there is a hotel room available to me, but that brings up a whole nother mess of issues. Like, what the hell would I do tomorrow? Does anybody know if there's anything to do in Manhattan?

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daytime assimilation complete

nobody@vox.com(Doubtful Guest) — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 17:28:01 -0400

I just got up.
Had the TV search for any channels it could and landed on the result.
When did Maury become as sensationalististic as Jerry Springer?
Why can't I stop watching?

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