Twelfth Night

Apparently, for the past 12 years, the Blair High School has been hiding a Shakespearean experience from me. I was excited to hear about it, saddened to hear that this year was the last year they were doing it. (I found out later it’s the caterer; she’s not coming back, and it’s a big production.) I was given a wonderful opportunity to attend one of the productions this year and had a splendid time.

It was a script especially written for the performance by someone (I think at UNO) and it incorporated the plays the production has put on in the past. Here are some pictures I snapped with my phone. (Apparently, posting photos on a page and posting them in a blog post are quite different.)

The complimentary glasses and rose.

You probably can't tell, but I'm smiling because I'm too short for the guillotine.