“What Country Friends is This?”

Viola says at the beginning of Twelfth Night: “What country, friends, is this?” Last night, during our final dress rehearsal, I was thinking the same thing. With that cool breeze and absence of humidity, it was almost unsettling how perfect it was at The Village. I could have used a sweater. Really. And tonight’s forecast predicts very similar conditions. Mother Nature is a fan of AST, apparently.

May she continue her mercy.

I think this weather must be a gift to our six-month pregnant artistic director, Rebekah Scallet, who is the toughest lady I know. She’s running a festival, directing Twelfth Night, and making a baby right now. I’m in awe. And the show she has put together is spectacular–visually stunning, funny, and romantic. Tonight will be a magic night.