Night of the Iguana

Sarah and I saw the play "Night of the Iguana" today. It was a freebie since Taproot gets comps to other plays sometimes. It was at ACT Theater. The play is by Tennessee Williams. The plot involves a defrocked Episcopalian minister who is guiding a tour of Baptist women in Mexico. Not a great position for him to be in since he is defrocked due to fornication and heresy. They stop at a hotel run by a woman named Maxine, someone from the ministers past. He also must deal with a young woman he slept with on the tour and another spinster painter who sees him for what he is. There's alot I could say about the play and it's content. It brought up some interesting theological issues. Perhaps another day. All in all, the play was good but I didn't care for the actor playing the minister. He played the part too whiney...too fragile...too prissy. He didn't seem like the type of man who would have women wanting to bed him. I just wanted to slap him and tell him that life is rough and you've gotta play the cards your dealt. Doubts about God are fine. I've had those myself. But don't whine. After the play, we drove down the street to Utrecht, an art supplies store. I didn't find anything but Sarah bought some canvas. We then checked out a little gallery on the fringes of Capitol Hill called Bluebottle Gallery. They deal in lowbrow art. Pretty cool stuff but a small place. The neighborhood we were in was quite eclectic. I wouldn't mind strolling through there another day but we were tired so we came home. Sarah fixed jambalaya and we watched "Open Range." Now, it's time for bed. Goodnight.