i took the neglected, middle child to his high school's production of west side story tonight, in an effort to atone for the bitterness of last evening's laundry debacle. and a proper act of contrition it was.

one thing of note, but first a question: why is there always a scene in a high school production that involves well, half of the high school, interactive with the audience in a ballet dream scene? i can even recall the play i had a *cough*major*cough* role in where there was a little bit o' ballet thrown in for flavor (come on people - we are talking oklahoma!) and, back to this evening, we won't even discuss the gratuitous bedroom scene or the disturbing scene where gang members were, for lack of a better word, ganging up on anita and i heard one of them yell "slut." never saw the movie before, but am uncertain whether the word would have been used. i guess i missed that in improv 101.

other thing to note? right at intermission, two rows ahead of me, an older woman apparently passed out cold. passed out. people were freaking out around her, screaming for someone to call 9-1-1 because she wasn't breathing and with all the hustle and bustle around her, i guess she decided naptime was over and woke up...and who wouldn't? her color was a bit cyanotic and help arrived right away, so all was well and the play proceeded without further interruption.

oh, and you thought i was upset when folks were spilling tea all around me the other day? sha, that's nothing compared to a pass-out cold. what's that about?

and no wisecracks about peacocks, tyvm.