So balance is going aight. I feel like I'm getting a ton more done in the day and life's been more rewarding. I'm not as balanced as I like to be still. I've still got my training wheels on, but I'm advancing for sure. Thanks for asking.
So me and a couple of my homies went into D.C. the other week and saw the Shakespeare Company put on "Romeo and Juliet" auld school style - all male cast. Needless to say, the days leading up to this event were full of my adolescent excitement and giggling (hehehe boys kissing). Little did I know that my mind would be blown by these actors. Literally. At curtain call I was on my hands and knees gathering up the remains of what once was my scalp, cerebrum, and various and sundry other head parts. HOLY GUACAMOLE. I am not exaggerating when I say it was the best play I've ever seen. Ever. Seen. I'm thinking about patronizing only all-male theatre groups as a rule from here on out. It restored my faith in the magic. Magic is real. And sometimes it's found in the theatre.
Thank you Shakespeare (again). You and the music inventor. IOU roughly 98% of my earthly joy.
Manliet
