Yeah, we suck.

Just so you don't think our play was an unabashed success, I present a differing viewpoint from some stranger on LiveJournal found via searching " 'measure for measure' memphis" in google blog search. We reportedly would have given Shakespeare a heart attack, but the author wouldn't offer any further details.

Note--no politicians showed up tonight. It was a high school extra credit assignment from a bunch of kids who completely fell asleep. By the end of Act I they had piled up on each other so that they resembled nothing quite so much as hamsters in a terrarium. If we managed to make an impact on one or two of the thirty or so, maybe we've done the community a service.

If this doesn't give me a hangover, I don't know what will.

One of the fun things that a couple of the folks in the Measure for Measure cast do at the final weekend cast party is a drink contest: Take a phrase from the show, name a drink after it, and have a contest to make the best drink with that name. This show's drink is a "Virgin Violator."

My recipe:
2 oz. pomegranate juice
1 oz frozen orange juice concentrate
1 1/2 oz vodka
orange twist

It exists, at the moment, only in my head. Amy suggested something with blue curacao, but my experiment with that (pineapple juice, curacao, vodka) wasn't so hot. I also briefly considered a beverage with dry ice.

I'll post the winning recipe tomorrow!

UPDATE: This WAS the winning entry. Um, by default, as no one else bothered to make a drink. But still, it was tasty, if a little too sweet. Less orange next time, more pomegranate.

Large Blue Tribble?

At lunch today I wanted to get a new cocktail shaker for the making of "virgin violators," and stopped by the Williams-Sonoma outlet store where they had one that suited my needs for fifteen bucks. I also stopped in at the Pottery Barn outlet next door because they had an interesting-looking wrought iron coatrack which ended up being way out of my price range, but for a slightly reasonable price (like 25% of its original $140) they had Giant Muppet Beanbags. Or one, anyway--they'd had a dozen of them in stock the last time I'd stopped in and they were a hundred bucks apiece.

So I got it for my daughter. This will undoubtedly cause a fight.