As I sat out on the balcony tonight, sipping my post prandial decaf, and watching the hummingbirds tear madly back and forth across the airspace just outside the railing, I was filled with an inner peace.
I thought back on the week just ended. I had been to the theatre every night except Monday. Here was what I saw this past week:
Tuesday – Pairi Daiza by Nahal Navidar – McClintock Theatre
Wednesday – Henry and the Hippocampus by Brian James Polak – McClintock Theatre
Thursday – The End Times by Jesse Mu-En Shao – McClintock Theatre
Friday – different words for the same thing by Kimber Lee – Kirk Douglas Theatre
Saturday – Giving Up Is Hard To Do by Annie Abbott – Santa Monica Playhouse
Sunday – Les Miserables, lyrics by Herbert Kretzmer and music by Claude-Michel Schonberg. Original text by Alain Boublil – La Mirada Theatre
Now, here it was Monday again, and I can just relax and watch the changing light as dusk settled in, and anticipate the mere two shows scheduled this week:
Wednesday – Death of the Author by Steven Drukman – Geffen Playhouse
Friday – A Delicate Balance by Edward Albee – Odyssey Theatre
Who says LA isn’t a theatre town?
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