Busy Busy Busy

Excuse the lack of writing.

Last weekend was a weekend at the theater. I like having access to so many plays.

Went to Stonehenge. I conquered a rock...But not at Stonehenge...You can't even touch those mossy things.

Midterms are next week...I might have to do something about that.

Last night, the entire program went to see a play called "The Homeplace." I noticed a gray haired middle aged man sat diagonally behind me to my left. I thought nothing of it. During the play, the man would laugh and even snort at mildly funny to not funny things. I did a little turn and (not evil) glare thing to ask "what's your deal." I continued watching the play.

At the end of the play, after the man had fled the theater, I listened to the comments of my group members and learned that snorty man was Michael Keaton. Was two feet away from Michael Keaton and didn't even realize it. I didn't get an autograph. No picture with Michael Keaton. But I did glare at Michael Keaton.

This just goes to show, don't glare at people in the dark, you might be glaring at Michael Keaton