Another summer day, another Shakespeare show.
After seeing Measure for Measure in the Central Park one evening this week, we headed to the Lower East Side to see a production of one of my favorite plays: Comedy of Errors.
Over the past two years, I've seen four versions of Comedy of Errors, but this show was not only the first kid cast I've seen, it was the first musical version. Very cool.
I brought my husband to Comedy of Errors in a neighborhood park last summer, thinking the show would convince him that Shakespeare was fun. He didn't fall asleep (he saved that for Much Ado about Nothing), but I did overhear him ask my son during intermission if he wanted to skip the second half and play catch instead. The man brought a baseball and mitt to Shakespeare, yes he did. I love my husband, but he doesn't love Shakespeare. That's okay. I have no great love for playing ball.
On Friday afternoon, the kids and I talked about what we should do for Father's Day. We tossed around some ideas and then decided to do whatever special thing my husband wanted to do that day. When he came home for lunch, we told him our plans. He said, "I don't want to do anything special. I think every weekend is already like Father's Day."
Then I got a little teary-eyed and sappy over the guy.
A quote from the show:
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Photos: From our walk to the theater.