The Moore of Venice

I just returned from The American Players Theatre where I saw a production of William Shakespeare's The Tragedy of Othello, Moore of Venice. I thought it was a good performance, and the theater was lovely, but I'm not sure if I'm a fan of the play. I have a harder time sympathizing with protagonists who are foolish or easily duped. I prefer the likes of prince Hamlet, who was quite intelligent and kept his wits about him through his tragedy.

My ticket, bus fare, and dinner were subsidized by the Honors Student Organization, so I paid only twelve dollars for the whole excursion - quite the bargain. I met a couple of very nice first-years and ended up walking them home after we returned so that they wouldn't need to wait for campus escorts. The entire way turned out to be fairly well lit and active, though, as our route was also that of the Ironman competition, which, to our amazement was still in progress. I'm truly impressed by those people who are going twelve hours after beginning.

I ran back to the dorm so that I'd be able to place an order with the PRH pizza delivery service only to find that the service isn't yet operational. I'm frustrated, but I had a Steaz Key Lime soda to hold me over to the morning. On a final note for the evening, I finally got a chance to introduce myself to a Highlander resident with whom I've been exchanging smiles on the street for almost a year now. Her name is Sarah, and she lives a floor above me. I might have been frustrated to meet someone looking like the mess that I do, but I've seen her so many times that I guess I don't exactly consider tonight to be a first impression.