Today, dear reader, I was not the only freak in town. I was not even the most conspicuous freak! And it was wonderful.
An acting troop from our fair capital came to town to perform at our "Chitalishte" (cultural center). And friends, they stuck out more than I do.
First of all, there were like 20 of them. You just can't hide a pack of 20 strangers in this town, even if they are Bulgarian. Second of all, I was asked directions like 3 times. I have NEVER, EVERRRR given directions in this town. I mean, EVVVERRRRR. And third of all, they were theater folk. Theater folk don't fit in anywhere outside of a theater, trust me. I used to be one until I realized that even I was too normal and too emotionally balanced to truly fit in. Just imagine, dear reader.
Anyway, I went to see the show. Everyone in town was there, and they were all amused by my attendance. One of the older male teachers for whom I have mentally written this tragic history was there, wearing a tweed suit obviously made during communism and about two sizes too small. It was sweet, really. Here is this suit, the only one he has probably ever been able to afford in his life, saved for special occasions over the last four decades, and brought out for a night at the community theater. It made me smile.
As far as the play went, I didn't understand enough to know if it was good or not. I understood most of the dialog and the plotline, but some of the characterization was lost on me. The leading woman, this 60-something Miss Piggy of a thing, seemed to make quite a lot of mistakes in dialog (such as calling others by the wrong name, forgetting lines and waiting forever to speak), but I don't know if the reasoning for this was worked into the bits of dialogs I didn't quite catch. So bascially, I have no basis on which to judge the production.
I left the theater with a headache from my intense paying attention, and came home to write this very blog. I feel my literary juices flowing again, and I hope they will continue throughout the Easter holiday. Time at home, alone, and potentially bored...There is no better catalyst for my prose.
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But was it as good as the northern-Scotland community theater's production of Tennessee Williams? That's what I want to know. You've certainly had some ... interesting ... theater experiences.
The northern-Scotland community theater's production of Tennessee Williams was pretty good! I think that it WAS better than the community theater production I saw in Krichim, because in that one they kept knocking over set pieces (by accident).
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