Why You Should Never, Never, Have Over The Cast Of Two Shakespeare Plays, And Who Is The Guy In The Striped Shirt Over There?

Well. Weeell. Well well well. Um, well. . .er. . .well. . .that was. . .interesting. (Jack Sparrow moment.) That's very interesting.

In other news, the cast party for the Merry Wives of Windsor and As You Like It was today. Ben was there, for reasons no one fully understood. I believe I invited him to crash, along with my dear devoted friend Ember, who is a goddess. (There, now will you let me borrow your choker, Ember?) Ember is our Lady Macbeth. I finally realized just how strange my conversations with Ben are when Ember looked at us both and remarked, "I feel really stupid right now." We assured her that half the time, even we don't know what we're talking about.

Charlie Rose is wearing pinstripes tonight. . .Um, sorry, I'm watching Charlie Rose. But, to get back on topic. . .hey, what is the topic?

Gola: The cast party today.

Erik: Who are you?

Matt: She's my woman.

Gola: I am NOT!

(Attention: There is a strange and longwinded inside joke behind this exchange, having to do with yet another guy I know named Max. Don't ask, I beg of you.)

Erik: Come to think of it, who are you?

Matt: I. . .am Inigo Montoya. You killed my father! Prepare to die. Um, what am I saying?

Inigo Montoya: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You are an impostor! Prepare to die!

Max: Kat, what is going ON here?

Kat: Isn't that the beauty of it? None of us are quite sure?

Yogi Berra: That's the great thing about baseball. You're never quite sure what's going on.

Spencer: Baseball? We're not playing baseball - hey, I'm appearing again!

Gabe: You haven't been here for a while, have you?

Spencer: Nope. Nor have you.

Oscar Wilde: Kat, you were talking about the cast party. . .?

Kat: Oh yes! Thank you, Mr. Wilde. Could I borrow Algy for a minute?

Cicely: (Looks suspicious.)

Kat: Don't worry, Cicely. . .I was just doing a Maggie Smith impression. Anyway. Algy! Please explain what happened at the party.

Algernon Moncrieff: I am bored, I am being chased by the debt police from the movie, and I need to go visit Bunbury.

Jack: I thought he was dead.

Algy: He lives or dies as I please.

Kat: I suppose so. Moving on! Mr. Moncrieff, I give you full control of the keyboard. Probably a bad idea.

Oh, you mean I get to type? Wait, wait, hang on, I am typing. . .fascinating. Um. Well, I'm not entirely sure what was happening, but it seemed as though Miss Kire was really just sitting inside talking to Mr. - Mr. - um. . .Host, for lack of a better surname. . .

Jack: You mean one you can spell?

Yes, actually. If you'll allow me to continue. . .The confusing one, with the website about Disneyland. She was talking to him. And another one, Mr. Evans. Mr. Ben Evans and Mr. Ben Host. At least the other other Ben didn't come, and Luke is away at camp. What eventually ensued was, well. . .

Kat: Chaos in the true J.G. spirit? Yes. . .I'm stealing the keyboard, Algy, you can't really write. . .

Algy: You mean you can't write as me.

Kat: So I'm not Oscar Wilde. Sue me. I love Anthony Radd. . .He is a God. Moving on. . .

I don't have time for a long winded post, so shall we say that Ben and I (a) climbed a tree (b) discussed strawberries with Ember (c) chased Matt for about ten minutes for various reasons or (d) all of the above?

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.