One scene in particular that will stay with me for a while: Guy and one of The Girls are on a first date that quickly escalates to a relationship and then a breakup as they communicate solely in questions, with each question answered by another more aggressive question, chronicling a relationship from first date to last fight. Watching this brief but increasingly turbulent exchange, I couldn’t help but wonder what my own attempts at romance would look like if they were distilled down to just the questions that were asked – and the ones that never were.
The story isn't easy to follow. Sometimes it's so easy to believe that Reagan and Cream are just a regular human couple in love. They certainly are affectionate enough with one another, never shying away from a kiss or a touch, and their language, while childish at times, consists of the kind of complimentary and teasing words you'd expect from a love-struck pair. But every now and then Reagan will mention that she needs to brush Cream's mane or that Cream's engine is running, and I'm reminded Cream is part horse, part boat.
His name was said mostly by the rich Polina Alexandrovna. She often teased him and called him a nobody, playfully. But Tbh I wanted to punch her. She was soooo annoying yo. Anyone who thinks it's cute to degrade another human being is sick in the head. She's honestly lucky that he loved her.
As I began walking to my row a lovely lady who was accompanied by her husband said "Hey, I'm sorry! I need your seat because I have a disability and need a seat at the end of the row." I was like "There is no problem at all!" Then she goes "Anyway, you get to sit in the middle which is a better view and plus you get to sit next to a lovely lady to the left of you!" As soon as she said that, I was like "You tryna play matchmaker" in my head, of course!
Touring the enchanting house with the charge that I was interviewing for a job, got me on my feet. I was paying keen attention to the details of each room, trying to capture in my mind the beautiful and surreal feeling the play brought about.
So much happened in such a short span of time. But if I had to sum it up, I'd say The Glory of the World is about what would be the deceased Thomas Merton's 100th birthday celebration. And who's Thomas Merton? Apparently he's a real guy, or was a real guy. He's described on Wikipedia as an "American Catholic writer and mystic." What does all that mean?
Coming to terms with mortality isn’t something you can do during a single sitting. Caroline had spent her whole life worrying about it and even then she wasn’t ready. But such a morbid thought still made her realize that there is the possibility of a wonderful life even though things look bleak for her now. Mortality reminds me that at any moment anything can happen.
I made my way to the theater and got ready to laugh. I’ve seen some of Hasan’s skits before, so I knew I was going to have a good time, and I did laugh. I laughed quite often throughout the show, but looking back, I found that I was much more focused on the rollercoaster ride that was his story and the lessons he learned. Not only that. I was focused on the journey of getting to know Hasan as well.
One of the first things we did was play a game of theatre themed head's up, where the object of the game was to see who could guess the most theatre performers, Broadway shows, and theatre terms correctly in one minute. The record to beat was 12, and the winner would go home with a free T-shirt. Evan told me all about how during Broadway Con's previous two days, they were never able to guess any higher than 9.
You don’t have to be either/or. You can be both. Life does not give you limits, society does. She did not have to choose between pants or skirts. Neither did she have to choose gender roles which was what the pants and skirts represented to me. It could go the same for a multiethnic person. We do not need to fit into any boxes. We can create our own circle and fit into it perfectly.