Shakespeare in Love

There's a void in all of us that requires filling. For some it is the call of work. To others it is the call of God. To most it is the call of love in the form of companionship. It is the void in our lives that changes us from normal people to happy people. A higher calling. I have heard that calling and have realized the great void in my heart has been filled. I am in love. Sometimes the void gets filled temporarily out of convenience, but this time the void is being sealed up tight. Lightning has struck. Twitterpation is in the air. For those who don't recognize the term twitterpation, watch BAMBI. So happiness is definitely abound.

In other news I have completed reading "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown. This story, and not the DaVinci Code would have made a better movie. I hope they do this one right, because the book is an excellent work of contemporary literature. It reads like a movie, which I think is what literature has been shaped like in the recent past. It's a money making story, and very creative. It is of course a work of fiction, but the historical references make it much more exciting. I'm not an avid reader of anything, which makes this book a really good read. Trust me, if I can sit down and read this book, it has to be fascinating.

The official opening of the 25th season of the Victoria Playhouse was last Saturday (June 24th). The show is going very well, and unfortunately only has 3 weeks left to it. I may not miss the show, but I will miss the schedule and the paycheck.

So no philosophical inquiries this time. No epiphanies of epic proportions, other than the fact my void is filled. Life goes on.

Remember: "I may know everything, but I can't give you all the answers!"

Serendipity

Decisions, decisions! I was going to leave the hotel earlier than I did. Now that I'm done, I am so fortunate I stayed two extra weeks. The reason:

When two lovers meet in Mayfair, so the legends tell,
Songbirds sing; winter turns to spring.
Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.
I know such enchantment can be, 'cos it happened one evening to me:

That certain night, the night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air,
There were angels dining at the Ritz,
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square.

The moon that lingered over London town,
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown.
How could he know we two were so in love?
The whole darn world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars;
It was such a romantic affair.
And, as we kissed and said 'goodnight',
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
To interrupt our rendezvous,
I still remember how you smiled and said,
"Was that a dream or was it true?"

Our homeward step was just as light
As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire
And, like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

I know 'cos I was there,
That night in Berkeley Square.

Yep, that pretty well sums it up. I have never been this happy. It's amazing. Something I thought I would never feel again.

"I may know everything, but I can't give you all the answers."