Woman Meets Toothless Poet, Sees Plays
Tuesday, July 27, 2010 at 8:00AMThis past weekend, I took a whirlwind 48 hour road trip up to Cortland, New York to see one of my favorite people in action:
My friend Marc is working with the Cortland Repertory Theatre this summer. I got to see him in The Pajama Game:
(stolen from Marc's FB page)He was fantastic. I was also able to catch a rehearsal of his other show, Brigadoon. It's a play about Scottish people:
(sadly, not the actual actors)In the meantime, since Marc had to be in rehearsal most of the day on Saturday, I entertained myself in the tiny town of Cortland:
First, I found a coffee shop that served great java in pretty mugs:
While I was drinking my coffee, I did some people watching, and noticed that the town boasted a fair amount of wheelchair-bound senior citizens. That explained why this lovely store was featured rather prominently on the main street:
How..quaint. After seeing this pretty church...:
...I started to wonder. Why might they need such a pretty church in this tiny town? Well, of course for the funerals (see above) and also for the many children that insist on equal marriage rights:
They also had beautiful wedding accessories in the aptly titled store, "Bling and Things":
Lisey was grateful when I offered to purchase them for her, but out of concern for my wallet, she insisted quite vehemently that I not waste a penny on what was obviously special footwear for a very special day. "I can tell they're much too expensive!" she exclaimed. She was right...who could put a price on them?
After leaving the shoes--and my heart--behind, I met Marc for lunch. I had a delicious portobello mushroom sandwich, and a traditional New York Black and White cookie. Yummo:
That afternoon, I met a toothless old man who claimed to be a poet. But when I tested him by asking him about the girl from Nantucket, he couldn't give an answer. I kid, I kid. Really, though, I couldn't find him on Google, so I'm assuming he was a big fat liar.
Throw in a cast party with some kickass people, 16 hours in a car, a book on CD (Still Alice) and one traffic ticket from Cortland County's finest, and you have my weekend. Needless to say, I'm beat.
How was your weekend?
Reader Comments (1)
A toothless poet. Great.
I found out my grandparents picked out their plots this weekend. For Real?!? Kinda creepy!
Looks like you had many laughs and a great time.