Happily, 2 Henry IV was not rained out yesterday, though our trip to Stratford got a little held up by an accident on the motorway. Nevertheless, we made it to our professor's house, she fed us a delicious dinner, we talked with a wonderful (and down to earth) actress, and then went on to the show, which was actually a really sad experience--we had seen three histories with the same ensemble, and now I feel like they are my little stage friends and I will miss them. Before BL, the first item on my when-I-get-home list was Harry Potter. Now it's Henry V with Kenneth Brannagh. I just can't wait to see what happens to Prince Hal. Nerds on vacation? Speaking of Prince Hal, we'll be meeting the actor who plays him today. Some of the ladies in my class are turning into, in my professor's words, "screaming teeny-boppers." Nerds on vacation.
Not much else to report from Stratford. I had brought my camera to take some pictures with the girls at The Dirty Duck last night, but I was in foul (fowl?) spirits because it was so crowded and there was a lot of actor-ogling happening that made me feel goofy. I didn't want to wait in a queue of Bread Loafers to drink an overpriced Hoegaarden, and I didn't want to accost someone who had just spent two and a half hours pouring his soul out on stage. The hottie who played Prince John did, however, give me a very gallant "after you," which almost started a girl-fight with another Bread Loafer who had designs on being the next queen of England. I think the word "usurper" may have been bandied about... Anyway, I'll be eager to hear post-Duck tales from those who stayed in Stratford overnight. Maybe somebody got lucky with Poins or Doll Tearsheet.
Stay tuned. If this sun-like glimmer sticks around, I'll post some pictures of the birthplace, etc.
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