I just came in from the world's cutest date. Sebastian, armed with a much-hyped picnic basket full of secret contents, picked me up to go see As You Like It. My favorite local Shakespeare troupe puts on two plays a summer in the garden of this beautiful historic mansion. The grounds are all vineyards and Monet-style bridges and lagoons and flowers, and the shows start at eight, so you sit down in daylight and the epilogue is delivered in the dark. We cuddled under a blanket and smiled and laughed. Orlando and Rosalind were played by an alluring, charismatic married couple that I've seen together in a ton of shows; it was perfect. Touchstone was funny and sort of like an older, round-faced Marco Del Rossi. I ran into a friend and fellow RFKC counselor. It was an overall lovely experience.
As far as the picnic goes, I have to tell you: after my initial reaction of Haha! Awww!, all I could think was, My blog readers are going to have a field day over this. Inside the old-style wicker basket were, drumroll, two Chipotle burritos. We gobbled them up as we sat on a blanket in the middle of a grassy knoll and discussed our new idea of The Matrix: The Musical. I've been feeling suddenly sick, and even though I hadn't really eaten anything all day, and even though this is me we're talking about, I had a hard time finishing my burrito. In fact, if you don't tell anyone about it, I'll admit that I, um, left a little bit of rice and some tortilla in the foil. SADFACE. Another tragedy came when I realized I had no room left whatsoever for dessert, which was a chocolate bar, marshmallow fluff, and graham crackers. That's right. S'MORES. I laughed so hard when he revealed this big secret that I think I released too much serotonin and sprained my brain.
The night was fun, and aside from my all-consuming current headache, I'm happy. I even dressed rather cutely for the event, although Sebastian either disagreed or didn't notice. Sigh. Metro as he may be, he's still a boy. :-p
Sexy: Orlando and Rosalind! As well as the name Rosalind itself. I always used to write girl characters named Rosalind in short stories when I was younger. I needed a break after using it to death, but now I really like it again. Oh, and pinning poetry to trees is pretty sexy, too.
Unsexy: Mulching. I spent a portion of my morning raking and spreading it in the front and backyards, pausing just long enough to scoop up a dead rodent with a shovel and throw it over the ravine so Misty wouldn't roll in it. All-round verdict of the situation: unsexy.
Chipotle burritos this year: 24
S'mores this summer: Sadly, 3! But 4 in my heart.
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3