I ran into my friend from Williamsburg, Thomas Jefferson.
It is the 50 year anniversary for the Shakespeare Festival, and we went to see A Midsummer Night's Dream.
We went up the mountain a little ways, and I actually drove back down, which was interesting. Dad was teaching me how to use the gearshift to control our descent.
Here was the stage before the play started. The play was excellent. It was soooo funny! We arrived early to get good seats for the Green Show, but it started raining, so that was moved inside. It had stopped by the time the show was supposed to start, so we moved back outside to the replica of the globe theater. However, not long after the show started, the rain began again. The actors were excellent at adlib. They would mention the rain when it wasn't in the original script, and they would react to the thunder. At one point, the actor who played Puck ran across the stage, slipped, fell, and landed pretty hard. The girl onstage with him kind of froze, a scared look on her face. After a moment, he got up, took a breath or two, looked at the audience, and says, "We're good." Then he went on with the show, although he was more careful when moving across the stage from then on out. At intermission, they moved us inside because it was still raining off and on, and even some of the audience was getting wet. Once we were inside, the show just seemed to get even funnier. Partially, it was just the show and the actors, but part of it was malfunctions. The duke's wife had a wardrobe malfunction, and the actors played it off magnificently! It was hilarious. The entire show was excellent. I laughed until I cried.
The next morning, it was still raining, and as we left that afternoon, there were clouds in front of the mountain; it was pretty.
