Hey Mr. Sandman.. you left your shoes in the Quad.

Last night I made my way down to Gordon College to visit Lucy and watch a shirtless Benjamin preform in the play, "Sueño". The journey to Wenham was terrifying. If you know me, you know I hate driving in new places. I think drivers from MA can sense this, and they hone in on me and my white knuckles like lions on a sick antelope. They turn two lanes into three (or four!), lean on the horn for no apparant reason, and seem to think that thirty miles over the speed-limit just ISN'T FAST ENOUGH. They also make a game out of forcing the NH plates to the left lane and inching them towards exits. I got lost in some industrial complex because, as it turns out, what I THOUGHT was a turn signal is actually an attack-me-now signal. My bad.

I survived, happily, and got to see what The Bubble looks like firsthand. Completely, utterly, Stars-Hollow-y CUTE. A tiny campus, yes, but large enough to get lost in a fun way. My favorite part was the Monument to Gravity, a large carved stone bedecked in shubbery dedicated to learning and the use of science. I fell in love with Lucy's dorm, and would've been willing to spend my life hidden in her closet, but I didn't think she'd go for it. Lucy herself looked fabulous, especially with the Sexy-Eyes makeup and the twirly black skirt. The large carved pitckfork was the perfect accessory for the first part of the night. (The part where we and the other villagers attacked Frankenstein's cas-...oh, wait. Wrong story.)

I saw Bejamin, and met Peter, the actor playing his father ("a man who cares more about astrology than sex"). He reminded me of an asian Carl Winslow in tone and carriage, and he was phenominal onstage, especially for a first-timer. Everyone was amazing; no flubbed lines, no wardrobe malfunctions (although rumor has it the last show had at least one). And ladies, I hate to disappoint you, but, here's the truth: Benjamin, with his shirt off, looks just like any other guy. I know, I know. You'll live. He was fantastic in the role of Segismundo. He didn't drop character at any point. (Ok, no one else will say it, but I will: the part where he sees himself in the mirror for the first time and says, "What beauty is this?" had me questioning the school's record of typecasting.) Afterwards, I got a happy hug from Ben, and an awkward goodbye from Michael (a former friend from PCA days) and wended my way home again.

The car ride home was uneventful except in the area of revelations, which always seem to happen when I'm alone in the car. I won't go into detail at this point, but I will summarize by saying that I look for validation in the worst possible places; I never noticed until last night that that's what it is, and I have yet to figure out why.