The Morning After

It is always an interesting exercise to have experienced an event and then read about it the morning after in the paper.  There have been lots of times when I've had to ask myself "Are they talking about the same hockey game?".  "I don't remember that happening on July 1st!". 

A recent example was the "Ride to Shakespeare" to watch a performance of Othello.  I must admit that I went more for the ride than the actual play.  I haven't seen a Shakesperian play since my parents used to take the whole fambily to Stratford every summer.  The highlight for my twin brother and I would be intermission when some old doll smelling strongly of violets would spy we two little boys dressed identically in miniature suits and after gushing about how cute we were, hand us a quarter which we would then spend on  ice cream cones when our father wasn't looking.

At the beginning of the play, I was convinced that Desdemona's pauses were to disguise having forgotten her lines.  My suspicions were confirmed when I looked to the other actors on stage and observed the pleading looks in their eyes - praying that she wouldn't stumble as she had so many times in rehearsal. " There's a theater reviewer in the crowd for God's sake.  Don't blow it on opening night!"

The ride itself was a lot of fun - riding in a group is more entertaining than riding alone.  We were serenaded by Chris who had attached a large speaker to his pannier rack and was playing a combination of music and poetry.  Chris made sure that he rode in the lead so that the music and words would wash over us as we cycled to the park.



The serenading set-up



Just like Coreen's pictures

This is the first time I've tried taking photos while actually pedalling and after some practise, I'm sure that I won't be swerving all over the bike path as though I was riding under the influence (that possibility existed when I discovered that beer and wine were sold at the theatrical venue).  I've seen blogger/bike mechanic/cyclist Coreen take pictures while riding and thought I'd try the same and if you visit her blog you'll see that her photographic efforts are superior to mine - perhaps she doesn't drink?