Last night I saw my brother Corey in a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. He is going to the same high school I went to, and is being directed by the same director who directed me. This teacher was easily my favorite from my high school years. He was one of, if not the only, teacher who honestly cared. He was also a master of the pun and innuendo. Being two of my favorite forms of comedy, we meshed extremely well.
The years I was in the play the cast was very talented. I’d say that my junior year had a better ensemble cast, where me senior year had better individual performers. It’s important to have both dynamics, which I am happy to say this year’s cast has. There were a few people that didn’t know their asses from their elbows when it comes to acting, but they knew their lines, which is more than I can say about previous casts. One guy imparticular sounded like a news reporter from South Park. His voice made Milca’s ears bleed. I thought it added to the surrealistic charm of a high school production of a Shakespearian play. I’m also an optomist.
Corey played Snug, or for those that need a visual, the guy who plays the lion. He roared. He also picked his ass on stage. It was part of his character. My brother picked his ass in character. The only thing I got to do in charactre was be a russian jew living in New York, and pretend to be a monk. To each his own, I guess.
Afterwards we went to Denny’s, which was the only thing open. I’m reminded that Denny’s sucks Turkish unwiped asshole. I have only been told that Turks smell bad by friends who have been surrounded by them, so this is heresay for the most part, but you get the general idea.
I’m going to the play again Sunday, which is supposed to be some sort of extreme version. It’s really just a chance for the cast to fuck around on stage while saying lines in costume. I hope my eyes don’t start to bleed, or jump out of their sockets in disgust.