Rounding out the weekend last night was SHINE, a series of 12 short one-acts by young writers performed by high schoolers, which gave us a chance to be both cultural and social for the second night in a row.
Whoa.
Some of the plays, whether because of the writing or the acting, were a little questionable (there were some "Bohemian Rhapsody" moments). One of the better ones, simply for its absurdity, had a character who seemed to be channeling Jay of Jay and Silent Bob, and another who seemed to be the Scottish version of Artie, the Strongest Man in the World. But the best was certainly saved for last. Cali's play, "Wrestling Armageddon", sent the whole affair off with a bang (and seven trumpets...). She says it was loosely based on the Arthur's Seat bonfire - yeah, there was no champagne and Death never made a guest appearance at ours - but Ian, Leigh, and I couldn't help feeling that some of the characters seemed awfully familiar. A short brunette getting angry at the end of the world and wrestling Death has to be Leigh, right? Ian had his choice of the non-gay guy (the other was originally a girl, but the casting worked anyway) or Death, while I think I got pegged as the ditz. Whatever. They all had good lines.
Ian might have been glad to avoid them, but I left the theater with an unexplainable hankering for Reese's Cups.
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