theatre: children by a.r. gurney

while i'm posting (i tend to do this in chunks anyways), i thought i'd just mention the play i saw, let's see, on thursday night. it was a play about family and children and grandchildren, but, as with everything in life, it was more than that too. about choosing, about living, about greiving, about moving on, about winning, about losing, about life. but then, the best plays are like that. they leave you somewhere - you don't know where - but it's somewhere and half journey is walking out of that theater in some kind of messed up form of discovery, recalling the experience. that's what i love about plays and musicals and shows - you can spend the entire show just being there, listening and watching, and it's not until the end when you actually think about it. it's that digestion period that somehow intrigues me. anyways, now that i've told you nothing about the play, i'll tell you that it was very well done and i think i am, thus far, rather a fan of a.r. gurney's plays (he also wrote love letters which a friend of mine was in this past winter).

i believe that whole incoherent ramble is my cue to stop.