In Ashland again, year 23 (my dad’s guest post has the history). Sometimes it gets hard to get ramped up. There have been years in the past when I’ve tried to read all the plays before we come (at least, those for which ones could get scripts), and the rest of the family have been watching movies to get ready: three-year-old C can tell you the plot of Twelfth Night), but this year, between working at a startup and getting married and some last minute shuffling I arrived not quite sure what we were going to be seeing, much less what order it would be in.
I arrived wondering whether the fact that I’m less excited about coming to Ashland was about the plays, or about me and where I am right now, (more about that in the next few posts) but also wanting to see *everything*, and already sad about having missed both Well and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
