Ernest Hemingway said, “What’s right is what feels good afterwards.”
I worked at my day job 9-7 today after going to a show last night. (Review of “Well” at the Phoenix coming soon!) I was going to stay in tonight and do a little writing, a little reading, a little laundry…you know, just take it easy and catch up on my life. I would like to see and write about the shows currently running at Buck Creek and Epilogue, but I knew I couldn’t get to either of those shows by curtain time tonight. And besides, there is such a thing as too much theatre, even for me.
So I was going to go home, kick off my shoes, release my bra, slip into my sweats… I was going to make scrambled eggs with onions and cheese, some steamed broccoli on the side, or maybe some wilted spinach a la Rachel Ray. (She adds nutmeg.)
In other words, I had a plan.
But driving home, I suddenly realized that I could get to Studio 15 in Carmel in time to see “Art” again if I really wanted to.
And I did! I did want to see “Art” again. And not only because I liked the show the first time I saw it. I also just wanted to be around testosterone in a safe way. Adult testosterone. Maybe that was because at my day job I work mostly with women and teens, and because most of my friends are female. For whatever reason, I just really wanted a shot of theatre AND a shot of the opposite sex. Do you ever feel that way?
So I turned my car around.
I had to wait for a seat; they had a full house. But some people with reservations didn’t show up, so I got one of the good seats after all. (I was willing to sit in a folding chair by the coffee pot if I had to, though.)
And the three guys charmed me again.
If Hemingway were here, I would tell him: I feel great. I can do laundry tomorrow.