Before hitting Shakespeare in the Arb yesterday, Karen and I rode our bikes to the Ann Arbor Library. When we got to my bike (Mr. Wobbles for those of you who haven't been paying attention), we found one side of it had been vandalized by black spraypaint. Oh well, maybe it will prevent it from rusting further.

Karen took the above photo. Mr. Wobbles and Mistress plum only got so far before my wheel started rubbing againts the metal, making it unrideable. I recently had to put on a new scavenged wheel (and fix the brakes again). It took about four stops before I got the wheel in the right position where it didn't rub or didn't make the chain skip. All fixed now.

Later we went out to see the UMich Residential College's production of Love's Labours Lost.
I'll summarize

"We're four guys that are going to swear off women. I wonder if we can, in a play about love, keep those oaths?"

"I'm the clown character. I know what I'm doing in terms of how to act. Wouldn't it be ironic if the looked-down-upon wench behind me was the only one that found love?"

"We're two of the four women that will make the men break their oath. It sure is handy that there are four men and four women."

"Being the big-acting sidekick of a cool-accent Spanish guy is great."

"We're the crowd. There's a lot of us."

"I'm....yeah. I'm probably a symbol for something".

"As the crowd, we like that the action's happening all around us. It's cool and is one reason all these shows sell out and people like us line up for tickets an hour and half before the play"

"Let's each seperately declare our love for women, not knowing that all the other oath-takers are secretly watching"

"Whats that? Really? They are breaking their oath and teaming up to go after the women? I, the owl on the top of a staff, am shocked. Wherefore would they do such a thing?
(explanation of font on the photo even though once you explain something, it's not really funny. Maybe it's just a Crows Nest had-to-be-there thing to find funny.)

"I'm the other clown character. My dancing is not period specific and my accent sounds southern instead of Shakespearean, but I like doing a Matrix or John Travolta dance for laughs"

"I Rosaline, played by Mike's friend Anne, along with the other good-acting women will mock the mens' letters that they sent us"

"We're going to come down the hill disguised as Spaniards to play a trick on the women"

"What? The women were onto us and masked themselves as well? Retreat!"

"Look it's us again; we're normal and back. Now all us men and women will get together. My, we have all laboured a lot for our love. I hope that we don't lose it somehow."

"We're the other characters and we're going to put on a funny show for all you lovers in which we all wear costumes and dress up as great heros!"

"What a funny show!"

"Oh no! Real sword beats wooden stick costume sword as you defend your love for the wench character!"

"I'm sorry, but this scroll says that all your love's labour has been lost because the king died and since you're the princess you have to leave until twelve months and a day."

"That makes us sad."

"Farewell, I guess this ends the play that Mike enjoyed going to (even if the above descriptions came off as the wrong way)"

(Back following the play) Zooey likes me.

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