I ate macaroni and cheese for lunch today, and am now struggling with that after-cheese taste in my mouth. Christmas is oh, so soon. Why have I finished none of my handmade gifts? Considering how excited I am to send out my first Christmas letters this year, you’d think I’d have finished writing them.
And given this post is suppose to be about The Fantasticks, you’d assume I could stop thinking about everything else.
But I can’t.
As much as I love the holiday season, it would be so much better if I was organized. Sharon’s mom suggested to me the other day that people should do one Christmas task each month of the year, and then there’d be no stress in December. Aside from stale cookies, I don’t see any drawbacks. But like deciding the perfect diet for the new year, this plan can’t help me today.
Anyways, my mom and I saw The Fantasticks at Arena Stage last week.
Well, at the Lincoln Theatre, which is being used by Arena during their renovations. Lincoln has the fantastic distinction (Get it? Fantastic? Like the musical? No? Moving on…) of having steep orchestra seats, so even though we were far back (Row N) there was no danger of sight blockage by the tall/large hair subset of theatre goers.
I was enchanted by the show. Well, technically not the show. Though the book and the music were both enjoyable, and the performances (especially by the mute) superb, it was the magic that impressed me.
You heard me right, the magic.
No, there were no disappearing and reappearing elephants or Statues of Liberty. Nor was a lady divided in half.
The magic used in Arena’s production of The Fantasticks is simplistic, with flowers pouring out of paper bouquets and confetti raining from the skies. Yet, I left thoroughly entranced.
It’s easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the season and forget about the magic. That’s why I’m grateful The Fantasticks reminded me.
The Fantasticks
