Rain, Traffic, Tears, and other things that made my weekend worth while

[my music: Mozart ~ Minuet]

There is just something about the rain these days that makes me smile.
Through every second, he stayed as fresh in my mind as the time I saw him last.
So Friday I went up to New Haven with mi madre y mi hermana to see the school's production of Dead Man Walking. Upon first entering the theatre, I was mildly confused by the stage set up and seating arrangements; the audience in this set up was on both sides of the theatre with the stage in the middle... first time I had ever seen a a thatre set up like this. At the same time that I was entering the theatre and taking notice of my surroundings, i had a preconceived notion as to what i was going to see in the performance. I thought it was going to be about this man on death row who comes into contact with a nun who had never previously dealt with the situations and emotions that she would have to deal with because of this man. I had never once even thought that it was going to deal with almost every point of view possible that may exist on the topic of the death penalty. Needless to say many of the things mentioned hit close to home and upset me greatly during and right after the performance. I thought that Casey Manning as Matthew Poncelot was incredible. He had the accent down (which not everyone in the production did), but more importantly he came off cold and unremorseful when he needed to, making the audience feel detached from and unemotional toward him. Then he came off as broken down, emotional and torn by inner conflict when he needed to, then making the crowd feel sorry for him and in the end almost mourning his death. Shelara Pullen played the role of Sister Helen Prejean in a truthful, believable and emotional way that surprised me. She was real, she was honest in her attempts to make things right, and the way which she handled a convicted murderer as a child of God. Shelara is a very intelligent strong woman outside of the theatre, as I had the honor of meeting her last semester in my British literature class, and it truely showed as she played this role true to the real Sister Helen Prejean. The overall performance was impressive and deeply touching. And it was nice that at the end of the performance when my sister and I had to excuse ourselves before the group discussion, my friend whom i had gone to see the play for, came over and asked me if I was ok and stuff, and just gave me a really comforting hug which meant a lot to me. The group discussion was good, made me wonder though because people are so quick to judge a situation and think that they know concretely how they feel about a certain topic, in this case the death penalty. But what happens when you life is suddenly hurled into a situation where the death penalty could have possibly played a huge role. What if a loved one were murdered and the murderer was on trial, would you still be as against the death penalty as when you were in college and violent death was not a part of the reasonably perfect world you found yourself engulfed in? There is no way to answer that. I personally feel that no one can accurately judge any situation until they themselves walked on their own boney feet into that situation. At the end of the night, I found myself most content. The play was for a lack of original words... incredible. Everyone in the play did a superb job. And I have an amazing friend whom I had so much fun watching in it, and I was so glad that I had finally been able to get there to see it. What's the number one song? What song is popular? I had no choice but to crack a small smile at that line... oh man.

Because I'm tired now, you guys have no choice but to receive the concise version of my weekend. Sisterly bonding was in the air Saturday... waking up to phone calls from sisters great distances away (actually about an hour away for each of them), receiving orders to tell mom to call dad and get a pork or just finding out the plans for getting up to Brewster that night. There was a little bit of heart ache around lunchtime which nearly destroyed my weekend... damn heart, i wish you were stone. Shopping brought no comfort... I tried. A long drive though on the scenic route across to Putnam County calmed my nerves greatly. Friendly faces, loud laughs, good food, and the always entertaining activity of baking made the rest of the night enjoyable. Today... Happy Easter... brought about stuff that I don't even know how or why I happened... so maybe it is better off left unsaid. For now... goodnight.


ps-while in the city on friday... we saw the guy from What Not to Wear on TLC... holla what