Seeing Trees

So far:  fun summer. I give it an A+.

Friday my friend Lizzie and I, along with her parents went to see the brand new off-Broadway musical Young Frankenstein at the Majestic Theater.  Yes, this classic Mel Brooks movie has been turned into a MUSICAL.  I can't say I will be downloading any of the songs, but it was terrifically hilarious to watch it live!  All the songs are dirty, dirty, dirty. 

The lady in front of us kept forcing her husband to play musical chairs with her during the middle of scenes, and then glaring back at my buddy because she was apparently laughing too loud.  The lady said under her breath while giving a death stare, "it isn't even funny."  You could tell she hadn't seen the movie and was pissed that she didn't understand any of the jokes.  She would also get up and leave for 10-15 minutes at a time.  This was all before intermission.  She did not come back for the second half, which left an empty seat in front of me and a wide open view of the stage (and we were ALREADY freakin' close!).  The lady's husband came back and seemed to enjoy himself ten zillion times more.  He let loose quite a few bona fide guffaws.

Saturday I thought Ollie and I would go to the Folklife Festival, but it turns out we just plain didn't feel like scouting out downtown S.A. parking or battling heat and crowds.  This saves money as well.  I will just have to make myself my traditional summertime henna tattoo.  Instead we immersed ourselves in a 1930s movie called "It Happened One Night" while munching on some tortilla chips and queso. 

Today we went to my favorite Indian restaurant for lunch.  Aaaaahhhhhhh.  I should learn how to make potato and coriander samosas.  And naan. 

Last Friday I went to a Shakespeare in the Park production of Romeo and Juliet.  There was a stage set up on a rolling lawn at the San Antonio Botanical Gardens.  The play is free admission, you just come with your folding chairs or blankets and stake out a spot.  This production was set in the 1920s.  Mercutio was a man.  I can't adequately express how much I enjoy reading Shakespeare, much less seeing the plays performed.  It was just fantastic when coupled with the warm summer breeze and soft black sky, and it's no secret that I adore 1920s music. 

I need to make an effort to see more plays this summer--it obviously exercises my contentment muscle.  I may have run out of positive adjectives to apply to this post.