I heart Colm Feore.
Say it ain't so!
I'm spending the next few days in my favorite town in the whole entire world. This is no exaggeration. I love Stratford in a way that should probably be reserved for my firstborn. But since my firstborn isn't here to complain, I shall yammer away....
I'm celebrating my 6th anniversary of Stratford summers with my friend Jen. Our trips are those of legend, filled with crazy adventures that always involve garlic fries, actors, cheap accommodations and dreams of theatrical greatness. And maybe pints of ice cream on park benches at 2 in the morning. I can assure you that I will return with the determination to be a playwright/actor. I'm more than okay with that.
But something's different this year. Shakespeare's missing. Unless you count West Side Story, which I don't. Sure, you've got a plot ripped from the bard, but the language just isn't there.
- Cyrano de Bergerac
- A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
- The Importance of Being Earnest
- Bartholomew Fair (You have no idea how exciting it will be to see Jonathan Goad on stage again. You also have no idea who Jonathan Goad is. Sorry.)
- West Side Story
I'm so excited. Cue the Pointer Sisters.
I'm also crossing my fingers that I don't run into a certain once-upon-a-coffee-date actor. Because I don't do well with awkwardness. And there will be plenty of it. And contrary to a tongue-in-cheek suggestion, no one will throw a Shirley Temple in anyone's face. Although it would be a fun story....
I'm too charming. That's my problem. My ONLY problem.