Out of Town

I know that Concord isn't a foreign country, but Paul and I don't leave the City very often, so it feels like a foreign country.

Our friend Don was appearing in a production of Midsummer Night's Dream at a fabulous little community space in Concord. We've missed every play he's been in since we've known him, so we asked young Brandon, the lead from Pandemonium, to go with us. Aside from his general interest in Shakespeare, Brandon has a car. Her name is Christine, and she's painted like a pirate ship, but that's not important now. Brandon drove, I navigated using Google Maps, and Paul worried that he hadn't brought his passport. (I snapped this photo of the moon out the window as we crossed the Bay Bridge heading into the alternate universe of the East Bay.)

Perhaps because we don't leave the City very often, it was an adventure. Driving in California, particularly in the Bay Area, is always a challenge, since it seems that the Department of Transportation takes great pleasure in making the signs on highways as obscure and difficult to decipher as possible. Tiny signs indicate "freeway entrance" and huge signs with arrows point in random directions.

Don was fabulous, and if the show's run wasn't done, I'd highly recommend seeing the play. How can you go wrong with the Bard?

It's kind of a foreshadow of things to come. This December we'll be crossing a large body of water (but not in a Volvo that's older than its driver) and we'll be seeing something related to William the Wordsmith: The Globe Theater.

Ah, Christmas in London. How Dickensian.

It's not even Halloween, but I'm already getting really excited for Christmas.