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Monday, June 26, 2000 Tooth Trouble and Feydeau's Farce Ow, ow, ow. Damn. Okay, I can't deny it any longer. My tooth hurts. Root canal specialist, here I come...
I should, perhaps, explain that I never used to get cavities. Ever. I was a remarkably cavity-free child, right up until the point when I got braces. When they came off, I turned out to have a couple. And once one's invulnerability is breached, it's gone, man. Not that I'm entirely unfamiliar with the dental chair. Before getting braces, I had two baby teeth extracted (they were hanging around a bit too long), and four permanent teeth extracted (to make room in my mouth, in preparation for the braces). On the bright side, my wisdom teeth grew in just fine, presumably due to the latter operation. Oh, well. So... Jen and I went to see Kymm's plays on Sunday night. After finding each other, we sallied forth to the theatre, which turned out to be every bit as hot as Kymm had promised, even worse than my apartment had been without air conditioning. Which may, perhaps, have helped explain the way the first two plays were received. Perhaps. Me, I think it had more to do with the scripts. As Anne points out, immediately after the start of either of them, it was instantly obvious how the whole thing would end... so it all came down to waiting for a half-hour or so for the thing to finally make its way to the blessed conclusion. Especially in the second play, which really wasn't at all interesting along the way. But maybe it's just me. And perhaps some slack ought to be cut for plays that are out of date and translated from the French... but perhaps this is where the heat comes in, which may have made us disinclined to do so. Then came intermission, and a blessed chance to go outside and get some fresh air and a cold soda, which we did, followed by somewhat reluctantly going back upstairs for the third act... ...which was really quite surprisingly good! The plot wasn't entirely predictable for a change, and the performances were much more amusing, although I'm going to have to echo everybody else and say that the male lead did play his part far too broadly. At any rate, Kymm's performance was fantastic and funny, and by far the best part of the evening.
We spoke to Kymm briefly after the show, but so briefly that proper introductions were never made, which explains why, in Kymm's entry, Jen is referred to merely as "Shmuel's friend." Oops. It turns out that the two of us met Anne at that point also, but none of us knew that the other parties were escribitionists until reading Kymm's entry the following day. I think we need some universal standard for recognizing each other on sight. I'd propose "I Like String" lapel buttons, as I already have one, but I suppose something more subtle is in order. Oh, and Jen's take on the evening is here. She's rather less diplomatic on the subject. (In the interest of strict accuracy, I should point out that, technically speaking, I don't have the impression that this was amateur theatre, but I have to admit that, without the programs, you wouldn't have had much cause to know that.)
I had more to add here, but this is already going up a week late (in shocking contravention to my usual policies, but I did start it (and the next entry) on time last week, so exceptions can be made, I suppose). So this'll do.
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