Saturday, September 18, 2010
An Evening in The South Pacific
I spent an evening of being entertained last night, and it was really fun! I went with a group of seniors to eat out at a local barbeque restaurant around 6 p.m. (and ohhhh, do they serve delicious hot rolls with the meal!) We had a really enjoyable time eating together. There were also several younger people sprinkled among us, and they were delightful to talk to, as well. Most are church members at the church I am attending here in Texas and we are slowly becoming acquainted. I am fortunate in having a ready made church family in that Carol and Daryl have been members there for quite a few years.
I took some pictures (of course), and although they didn't all turn out perfect, I am publishing a few here that did pretty well. The theater is called the Artisan, and is a theater in the round, which, of course, means that the actors are in the center and are surrounded by the audience. There are only four rows on two opposite sides, and and fewer than that on the other two sides, so that the theater only holds less than 150 (I believe). The performance was stellar, and I say that with no reservations (well, actually our seats were reserved, ha)! The actor's performances were well worth the three hours we spent there, the play actually taking only 2 hours of actual performance time.
I was picked up by the lady who organized the trip and there were 35 people in our group. About half of those had supper with us at the restaurant, and we all met at the theater. When I did a little research online about the Artisan, I realized that it is very well known in theater circles, and is quite well-funded. It is located in Hurst, Texas, so if you wish to know more about it, just enter Artisan Theater in your browser and you will readily find it.
I was returned to my domicile last evening at 11 p.m. and stayed up for a while, unwinding from my exciting evening. After hitting the old hay about midnight, I was awakened by a blam, blam, blam. I dragged out of bed to see what it was, but I really knew before I got in there. It was the shampoo and body wash holder that I had bought a couple of weeks ago, and suction-cupped to the shower wall. The holder had bounced off the bath chair I had in the bathtub, and the shampoo, body wash, and hair conditioner were all lying in the tub. Yes, I have bought a tension rod holder to put in the corner of my tub, but have not put it up yet. It goes up today. I picked it all up and went back to bed.
I was hoping it would rain last night, but it didn't, so I guess I will have to sprinkle some water with the water hose over the yard to keep the grass green. Back in Tennessee, I didn't worry if the grass died in the summer time, but out here, my home is part of a neighborhood something, and I have to keep the grass looking good. Out here, it really is grass, and back home it was just weeds that we kept cut every other week. Go figure! If it were up to me, it could just live or die on its own.
Pictures are (top two) we are at restaurant, and I took these from opposite ends of the table. The other three are at the theatre. I apologize for the poor picture quality of the last one. Sometimes my camera is a little contrary. We on the front row were just a few feet from the actors. If they had tripped, they would have been in our laps or on our feet. In fact, a couple of people who were coming to see the performance fell right in front of us, because the stage had packed, rounded up sand on it to give the appearance of the South Pacific beach in the play. They were not hurt, however, and it is a good thing it was sand they fell upon, and not concrete.
Well, folks that is about it for today from me. Breakfast is calling to me, like Bali Hai was calling to the sailors last night. Ha. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, and I will be talkin' at you again soon. Bye for now.