|Picnicking before the play begins|
"About what people thought when we proposed starting Down Home Ranch where we did," he replied, and I couldn't argue. Both venues seem unlikely at best.
But they did, and we did, and now we pile into the bus late each summer and make the 50 mile trek to see the comedy of the three-play cycle put on by students at the Winedale Institute, run by the University of Texas at Austin English Department. (This is unless Romeo and Juliet is on that year, and of course we go to that when it's offered.)
This year's comedy was Twelfth Night.
We had front-row seats, as requested.
I'm always amazed by our gang's fascination with live theatre. They are so into it--no squirming, no glancing at watches--nothing but rapt attention even through long dialogs with no action.
(It starts early. One day when Kelly was two she was playing in the living room when an old version of Midsummer Night's Dream, with Laurence Olivier, began to play on the TV. Within minutes she pulled herself up in front of the television set and stood rapt before it, watching until her chubby little legs gave out and she plopped down on her bottom. Who says Shakespeare isn't accessible!?)
|Kelly with Emilio Banda, recent graduate from UT.|
Emilio's headed to New York this fall!
There's only a week left, so hustle on out to grab a little culture in the boonies at Winedale.