Twelfth Night or What You Will

 After rehearsing Hamlet last night, I was headed to my car in the parking lot across the street. I was slipping out a few minutes early because the crown had given me a headache ("heavy is the head..."), and as I was crossing, I saw a group of 4 young people who just walked past the parking lot.  I did the usual safety assessment.  It was two guys and two girls, and they were chatting.  In my hand I held a tote bag with my heavy metal water bottle, so I had a weapon in the unlikely case I was attacked.  I swung the gate open and heard the group grow silent.  So, I sped up my pace toward my car. I heard the running of feet on the concrete behind me, and I turned to face them.  There were two young men in hoodies, and I said don't.  The one to my right pulled out a gun (some sort of automatic, with either a silver or grey barrel).  The math in my head changed at that moment.  If I swung on them with my makeshift flail, I would have been s...

  Hello, four loyal readers.  Sorry for the delay in the follow up blog, but I may have bit off a bit more than I can possibly chew or digest this summer.  Fortunately, I have an incredible team that is helping me tear all the meat off this bone and suck out the sweet marrow of this play.  Anyway, violent meat metaphors aside, I have a day off today and we start tech for Twelfth Night tomorrow, so I thought I'd check in and introduce you to Illyria. The photo is from the load in day at Pt. Fermin Park, and captures the beautiful set designed and constructed by the amazing Chris Beryies.  It also features some of the citizens of this beautiful island.  From left to right (or stage right to stage left, if you are so inclined), there is Trevor who plays Orsino, and even sitting down I think he's taller than me. Peter who plays Feste the fool, and also just happened to write all of Feste's songs in his free time.  Brendan who inhabits Andrew Aguecheek in t...