Mom, The Lion, and the Prisoner

Mother’s Day weekend has come and gone. I went to the play early Sunday so that I could see some old friends that do the costuming and make up, and to reminisce with the cast about days long since past.

The auditorium has been redone significantly. The area off stage is cluttered with tons of crap. The dressing rooms have been revamped, the carpetting in the theater redone, etc. Overall I like the changes they made, except that there are windows on the doors coming into the theater. This let light in, which is a no-no. For those that read that know what the fuck I’m talking about (1, maybe 2, if that many…), R4D3 and BEAN are still named accordingly.

The play was… well, it made me want to shoot some people. Some of the “creative liberties” taken weren’t all that creative. One or two things were pretty funny, but there were some thigs that shouldn’t have been done, like silly accents that made no sense, and weren’t maintained. Before anything else, you need to make sure that you don’t compromise the play. It was. I still had fun, mind, but I think that if you’re going to do a “fun version” you should rehearse and coreograph it. Of course, you’d need the time and patience to do it, but if you want it bad enough, you should put the time in. Just an opinion.

My brother’s additions were funny, but his director didn’t think so. I’m not sure if that means he got yelled at or talked to. Either case wouldn’t be ideal, but that’s show business.

After the play I took my mom and brother Charles to CPK. My mom had never been, which is unacceptable. We had some good eats, went to Pie ‘n Burger for some pie. They’re the bomb. I repeat, THEY’RE THE BOMB. Get pie. Now. It’s by Caltech on California.

I dropped them off at home, and went home to watch Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Philosopher’s Stone on TV so I could see all the extra footage and for the sneak peaks at Prisoner of Azkaban. I was not disappointed. Needless to say, it’s going to rock. I’ll post more on that as it becomes available.

Life is good.

Breastification.

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