My mother, grandmother and I spent last weekend in Cedar City, seeing plays at the Utah Shakespearean Festival and hanging out by the pool. A girl could get used to that!
We drove down early Friday morning. The drive took much less time than we'd anticipated, so we enjoyed a leisurely lunch (none of us had any idea the shakes at Ice Berg were quite as big as they were!) and some shopping at a nifty antique boutique before our first play,
The Taming of the Shrew. It was hilarious! The actors were more than up to the challenge of conveying the physical comedy implicit in the brilliant script. We knew exactly what was going on, even if we didn't understand all of the dialogue. The director and design team set the story in post-World War II Italy, and it was fun to see Lucentio's father's character play an homage to Marlon Brando's godfather. I think the production also made the play more accessible to folks who think Shakespeare is above their heads. Afterwards, Gram turned to me and said "I hope we didn't see the best one first!" We loved it!
As the lights came up, Mom turned to me, pointed to some people in the row in front of us and said "Is that the Kittels?" It was! I was so excited to see them! Mr. and Mrs. Kittel played my parents when I played Isabelle (my first lead) in
Scrooge at the Dickens' Festival 14 years ago, and their daughter Kristen and I have called each other "sister" ever since! She was with them and it was fun to catch up a bit. Golly I love her! She went to high school with Dave, so I saw her a bit back then, but its been a few years. Now I have her email address and phone number, so hopefully we can keep in better touch. Later that night they and our high school drama teacher, Tuckness, and his wife all saw
Cyrano... and we discovered we were all on the same row! Craziness!!
me with my cute Kristen
After
Shrew, Mom, Gram and I checked into our hotel and took a brief but much-needed nap. We then proceed to the Sizzler for dinner. Before we knew it, it was time for play number two,
Cyrano de Bergerac. We were excited to see it in the Adams Theatre, which was modeled after the theatres from the 1500s-1600s style.
Cyrano is not one of Shakespeare's plays, but it was gorgeous! Set in France during the time of
The Three Musketeers, Cyrano is a brilliant poet and soldier who has low self-esteem because of an unusually large nose. He is in love with his best friend, Roxanne, but when he learns she is in love with handsome but not-terribly-bright Christian, Cyrano helps Christian woo Roxanne, because he thinks it will make her happy. The show was marvelous. I don't generally like poetry, and I'll admit that much of the dialogue went over my head, but I think I'm going to need to buy a copy of the play so I can read through it. Even
I thought it was swoon-worthy! It didn't hurt that Cyrano was played by the inestimable Brian Vaughn, who I have seen previously in plays at the Festival and have a moderately huge actor-crush on. There were so many moments his emotions were completely raw -- it was beautiful. His real-life wife played Roxanne which made for some great chemistry. There was definetely a reason the performance was sold out that night!
Cyrano on stage (well, at the left under the balcony)
Saturday was my mom's birthday, and Gram and I were happy to let her set most of the day's agenda. In the morning, after a simple Continental breakfast at the hotel (bagels, cereal, English muffins, fruit, donuts, and such) we decided to sit by the pool and read, or in my case write in my journal. We didn't actually get in the pool, so we wore our street clothes. We sat in the shade and just relaxed. I think we all appreciated not having any demands put on us for a little while.
We went to Quiznos for lunch, and then Mom spotted a cute, cute sewing store called "Sew Swanky" so we went in to see what was all about. We found some great ideas for her sewing circle, and a fun pattern for some pillows for my apartment. I love seeing my mom get excited about projects! Her face just lights up as she thinks of the possibilities and making them her own and what she would do with them. Everyone needs something that makes them happy like that!
I wanted a souvenir of the Festival, so we drove over to the SUU bookstore to look around. I was looking at childrens' books when I heard a familiar voice. All of a sudden I froze and my heart started beating really fast. When I was able, I turned around and THERE IN THE BOOKSTORE WAS BRIAN VAUGHN!! I was so excited I couldn't even think of his name! I raced as casually as possible to my mom and said, "Mom! That's the guy who played Cyrano last night!!" She turned to see him and then whispered, "That guy? He bought a sandwich in Quiznos while we were sitting there!" I nearly died!! Where the heck was I?!! That would have been a much cooler story than seeing him at the bookstore, but whatever. I had the program in my purse, so I looked up his name again, and then I'm ashamed to admit I eavesdropped a bit on his conversation. But it was only to wait for an opportunity to talk with him! I walked over and said, "Excuse me, are you Brian Vaughn?" He said yes, and I told him I was a huge fan and asked for a photo. He was really genuine and nice, and taller than I thought he would be. I still feel elated whenever I think about it too much: I met Brian Vaughn and actually had the courage to talk with him! I didn't let the opportunity go by! I overcame my awkward shyness and ended up getting what I wanted! I am so proud of me. As Director Steph would say, "I'm growing as a person!"
with Brian Vaughn
We headed over to the Randall Theatre where I looked at some more souvenirs before
Fiddler on the Roof started. I haven't seen this play in a good 12 years, and I forgot how good it is. Very relevant to our society, and the music is wonderful. I enjoyed the performance very much, and so did Mom and Gram. After the show I bought a pink long-sleeved t-shirt, and a childrens' book adaptation of my favorite Shakespeare comedy,
Twelfth Night.
During the afternoon break, Gram and I took Mom to Rusty's Ranch House for some BBQ ribs and mud pie. We wondered if we could get a free dessert for Mom's birthday, however, she is more shy than I about bringing ourselves to strangers' attention, so we agreed I'd say it was
my birthday and see what happened. I started feeling guilty because I felt my mom should get the celebration she deserved, so after the waitress told us they wouldn't sing if I didn't want them to, I snuck away from the table and privately told the waitress that it was actually my mom's birthday. She was only too happy to put a candle in the mud pie Mom had just ordered, and I sang the Beatles' Happy Birthday song to Mom quietly at our table when the dessert arrived. It was fun and the food was really good! I even got a picture my mom approved of... though for her sake I won't post it.
Our last play of the trip was
Othello and although we agreed it was excellently done, it was not the favorite for any of us. I had forgotten about all the sexual references and we were all too tired to try to wrestle understanding from the wonderfully convoluted dialogue. The actor playing Iago was terrifically evil, and we were glad to see the character get what he deserved in the end. It was a great play and the story isn't too difficult to follow. Just a long way to go to get to the tragic ending...
Sunday, we didn't feel in too big a hurry to run home. So, we spent the morning reading (or writing) next to the pool again. About 11:00am we checked out of the hotel and started driving home. We stopped at Cove Fort since none of us had been there. It was really neat! An elderly Elder missionary showed us around and we watched a video about the origins of the Fort and the Hinckleys, the family that lived there. When we actually got inside the Fort, I was surprised at how large all the rooms were, and how small the Fort itself was. I guess I had expected something grander outside and more modest in. I almost started laughing when one lady commented on the rooms being
small, and I thought, "That woman has
not had to look for a condo recently." I can see how the Hinckleys would have been comfortable living there, and able to accommodate visitors.
I'd like to live there! I'm glad we stopped.
Cove Fort
Gram opted not to stay for the family birthday party since she'd been to the one on Mom's actual birthday, so we dropped her off at her place, and arrived at home at about 5:30. Lindsey had set the table and brought a cake and ice cream, and we were greeted by her, Gunner and Adam, and also by Dad, Peter, and Dave who had all been in Alaska for the last 10 days! It really was a party, with everyone trying to fill everybody else in on what happened during all the vacations and stay-cations and such. Gunner helped Mom open gifts and we just enjoyed being together. It was a lovely ending to a lovely trip.
And now having viewed some of the plays at the Shakespearean Festival I am
mad to do Shakespeare again! It's been years and I really miss it. Plus, where else can one wear nifty costumes like the one on the left of this paragraph? Hmm... I'm going to have to prepare a piece while I keep an eye out. It's been so long since I've auditioned for a straight play I'm not even sure I know how anymore, but I am totally willing to give it a shot!
Although, if a good musical comes along in the meantime I'm not going to let that opportunity pass me by.
Our last play of the trip was Othello and although we agreed it was excellently done, it was not the favorite for any of us. I had forgotten about all the sexual references and we were all too tired to try to wrestle understanding from the wonderfully convoluted dialogue. The actor playing Iago was terrifically evil, and we were glad to see the character get what he deserved in the end. It was a great play and the story isn't too difficult to follow. Just a long way to go to get to the tragic ending... 
And now having viewed some of the plays at the Shakespearean Festival I am mad to do Shakespeare again! It's been years and I really miss it. Plus, where else can one wear nifty costumes like the one on the left of this paragraph? Hmm... I'm going to have to prepare a piece while I keep an eye out. It's been so long since I've auditioned for a straight play I'm not even sure I know how anymore, but I am totally willing to give it a shot! 
25. There have always been gay rabbis.
40. Balsamic vinegar has always been available in the U.S.
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First, I love theme parks, and it didn't hurt I'm a fan especially of this theme. The powers that be wasted no time getting us in the groove, and a Ferengi was wandering through the ticket line greeting people and posing for photos. I admit, I felt more than a little shy and silly. Thankfully, Steph and Candice weren't about to let him walk past me! They both took photos of me with the shyest Ferengi I could have imagined... I'll post a photo once I get them from their cameras! We bought tickets for the two rides, the History of the Future museum, the backstage tour, and special photos on the bridge of the Enterprise 1701-D (that's the ship on Star Trek: The Next Generation) and a Borg chamber. The museum was where we first met the Klingon Commander wandering around. I tell you what, he seemed to have a crush on our darling red-headed Candice! He had definite opinions about the politics on our planet, and couldn't believe that we make it to the 24th Century. .jpg)
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We were running a bit short on time, but we all needed souvenirs before we left. I, of course, bought for my selfish Trekker self, but Candice and Steph found wonderful items for their loved ones. They were so great. I had a hard time choosing my purchases, but anytime I tried to apologize they'd say "we're here for you!" I hope they someday get an idea of how much I appreciate them. I know for a fact I wouldn't have had nearly as much fun without them. We ran into the Klingon Commander again in the gift shop, and he was surprised to find out I had been the instigator for the entire trip (the "Captain" as it were, as evidenced by my photo on the bridge). We all said our good-byes and then we had to leave. 