Sweetest Little Night
I don’t know how I feel about our state’s mad quest to become New England’s own South of the Border,* but to each his own. Just the other day, I spotted an empty pack of Saturn Missiles out on the sidewalk next to our office, accompanied by the carnage of a dozen blown-to-bits Dunkin Donuts. I can’t really imagine the chain of events here, but obviously, fun was had.
Meanwhile, I have my own reasons to love Rhode Island, starting with my official crush on the South County. Partly inspired by Pippa’s "Shacking Up" feature this month, on Friday I headed down to Theatre by the Sea in Matunuck, which was doing its best impersonation of a Country Time lemonade commercial. Glowing green farms! Pink skies! Golden-blue ocean! I saw a barefoot kid giving his little sister a piggy back, for the love of Pete.
Anyway, for someone who mostly hates musicals, I am seeing an awful lot of them lately. I do have to warn you that if you are a fellow musical theater curmudgeon, Hello Dolly! has got everything but jazz hands. BUT I adored Theatre by the Sea. The barn-turned-theater: priceless. The gardens: lovely. The Bistro: perfect. The gazebo where you can buy drinks at intermission: makes the second act even better than the first.
Truly, it was the sweetest little night on earth. (Also truly, everyone else in the theater went wild for the show. It is kind of hard not to. Cady Huffman and Al Bundonis are quite winning.)
So there you go. Go!
*If you’ve never driven to Florida, then you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m not sure how to describe the Fireworks Capital of the United States of America and its strip of billboards, but if it helps, one of their slogans is "You never sausage a place!"