Green It!

tee: Rubbish from Nordstrom, pants: jolt from Nordstrom, shoes:  Sperry Top-Siders from Nordstrom, scarf: gifted from my nana

Breaking the Code was great.  Bradford Farwell played Alan Turing so ridiculously believably that he completely became the scientist.  I have never heard anyone successfully master a stutter onstage, they always come off contrived, but Farwell nailed it.  Everything about Turing made him both instantly likable and extremely arrogant, but of course when you're that brilliant, it's an understandable conceit.  The play itself was a little long (although I just think I hit a wall at 2 hours 15 minutes no matter how good the show is), and extremely cerebral (sometimes the mathematics can be overwhelming), but Straw Shop attacks the difficult script with dexterity and finesse.  Sheila Daniels (love her!) direction keeps it moving even when it gets head-y and the moments land because of it.  When you have that much talent onstage, it makes sense that the show is so good.  Every actor has a moment to shine and they all shine brightly.

About halfway into the first act, I could not shake the fact that I wished Dad was in town to see this show with me.  All the mathematical language and the beginnings of computer science seemed like it would be right up his alley (that and maybe he could have explained some of the more "math-y" sections to me).  This show made you want to be smart enough to understand everything in it!

Right after Breaking the Code, I went over to the last Smörgåsbord at Balagan's current space (GAH!  Such a fun final(-ish) show!) and literally fell in love with this one band's music.  Love how that happens.  The night continued with the Cider House pt 2 peeps over at Terry's house until the wee hours and then I crashed at home and slept like a LOG.

The plan on Sunday was to go to the Puyallop, but when Dani texted my at 930, it was still nasty out and we decided to skip the Fair and just hangout and watch the Seahawks game (GIANT BOO!) and relax at her place.  It was fun.  I think after the craziness of the day before it was what I needed, but I was supes disappointed to hear Patrick say that the weather held and they didn't get rained on once!  Oh well...  We'll find another Sunday to head south and watch mutton bustin'(YES!), eat fatty foodz and ride rides!

The result of crazy times this weekends means, of course, that I now need another weekend to recover, but alas, I am at work... exhausted.  And I think I have rehearsal every night this week, too, so no early nights... blearg.  Next weekend I shall take it easy!