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Laramie and Westboro.
Following up from this post.
The show was excellent! I know or am acquainted with almost everyone who acted in it (and those I hadn't met, I did last night because the cast party was held here at my place), and my roommate played about a dozen characters, and I'd seen the script plenty of times, but I never actually swiped it to read, so I went in with very little knowledge of how the play's set-up actually was. It was longer than most productions that this school puts on, but the way it ran was so bam-bam-bam, that before I knew it we're at the (first) intermission. And then, bam!--second intermission, so that gives you the impression of how fast the flow was. My friends' acting was fantastic, and I heard from them afterward that many times in the rehearsals they actually cried for real at certain parts, which seeing the play is perfectly understandable.
And yes, the Phelps entourage did show, and it was odd. There were actually more anti-Semitic, and after that, anti-Obama signs than there were anti-gay ones. And there was this weird one that I looked at, and unsure since it was past dark and street lights can cast mirages, I kept saying, "Does that say 'Bitch Burger'?" It did. Which is, according to the youth minister who from across the street looked very much like a biker and up close still looked like he could mess up the entire Westboro entourage (and he was thoroughly amused when I told him so), a highly abstract reference to something in Revelations. The minister and his people were from Parsons, Kansas; and wherever Westboro goes to protest, they follow and set up a counter-protest singing hymns and stuff. Some of my friends and I were video-taped for their Sunday school singing "Jesus Loves Me" (well, I more like lip-synced, since I'm only familiar with the first two lines) with them.
Westboro was also singing, but they were singing some weird little song that went like "Priests rape children from under their skirts." Joke's on them, because our school's president came to see the show, and he was in street clothes ^^ All in all, that protest was a giant Tourette's convention. Westboro's a joke, which I already had confirmed by my youngest sister, who's stared down the big Phelpsie himself before; seeing the sad, anemic cracker motif of his followers only confirms it.
The show was excellent! I know or am acquainted with almost everyone who acted in it (and those I hadn't met, I did last night because the cast party was held here at my place), and my roommate played about a dozen characters, and I'd seen the script plenty of times, but I never actually swiped it to read, so I went in with very little knowledge of how the play's set-up actually was. It was longer than most productions that this school puts on, but the way it ran was so bam-bam-bam, that before I knew it we're at the (first) intermission. And then, bam!--second intermission, so that gives you the impression of how fast the flow was. My friends' acting was fantastic, and I heard from them afterward that many times in the rehearsals they actually cried for real at certain parts, which seeing the play is perfectly understandable.
And yes, the Phelps entourage did show, and it was odd. There were actually more anti-Semitic, and after that, anti-Obama signs than there were anti-gay ones. And there was this weird one that I looked at, and unsure since it was past dark and street lights can cast mirages, I kept saying, "Does that say 'Bitch Burger'?" It did. Which is, according to the youth minister who from across the street looked very much like a biker and up close still looked like he could mess up the entire Westboro entourage (and he was thoroughly amused when I told him so), a highly abstract reference to something in Revelations. The minister and his people were from Parsons, Kansas; and wherever Westboro goes to protest, they follow and set up a counter-protest singing hymns and stuff. Some of my friends and I were video-taped for their Sunday school singing "Jesus Loves Me" (well, I more like lip-synced, since I'm only familiar with the first two lines) with them.
Westboro was also singing, but they were singing some weird little song that went like "Priests rape children from under their skirts." Joke's on them, because our school's president came to see the show, and he was in street clothes ^^ All in all, that protest was a giant Tourette's convention. Westboro's a joke, which I already had confirmed by my youngest sister, who's stared down the big Phelpsie himself before; seeing the sad, anemic cracker motif of his followers only confirms it.