Now don't keel over from the shock of hearing from me twice in one day after such an absence. But what I'm about to tell you warrants a two-post day.

It's no secret that I love theatre. And by love I also mean I am incredibly passionate about this particular art form. I go to see as much theatre as my wallet and planner allow. There are times when I am re-reminded the reasons theatre has survived for two thousand years and why I have fallen in love with it. There are also times that my pride in being a part of the BYU theatre program grows. Last night was such a time on all three accounts. Because of this:

I wept like a child and wanted to create into infinity because of this. I'm not sure what to say exactly because anything I say would probably guild the lily or cheapen the moment. One thing I will say: grow some culture and go see it. But save one ticket for me because I plan on being there once more.

(I'd also like to give a side note shout out to the BYU arts production for going back to using illustrations for the publicity posters for the shows . . .I feel as if my dissatisfaction was heard and the world was made better).