Touch o Culture

This year, unlike the previous years, I went to Bard on the Beach with people I did not know. In the past, BOTB has been a family affair, with 8 (that's how many the ol' Astro Van could transport) assorted family members spending the better part of 8 hours together to watch Shakespear.

This year, I took my kids to Cirque du Solei instead, as the family thing just couldn't get organized.
And in July, Sandra's friend, Mel, died of cancer, so that group had an extra ticket. I took Mel's place.
I was a little weirded out by that... you know... this is their annual event - watching the closing night performance of the main stage show. I was worried that they'd see me and wish Mel was there instead.
But that never happened. I over-analyzed the situation.
I had a few things on my mind totally unrelated to the play, so by the time we're 10 minutes into the story, I realized I didn't have a clue what was going on. And that not-having-a-clue feeling lasted far too long.
Of course it all came together at the end, but it's a sad thing to be bewildered for the opening half hour of a show.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. The way things turn out sometimes...
2. Friends who help you process misunderstandings.
3. Little tiny, eesny weesny pills that help your stomach deal with acid.

Shalom,