An Evening at The Strand

On Sunday evening, my husband and I went on an actual date. We went to see The Producers at The Strand and it was excellent.

I love The Strand. I love old, restored theaters. They are so beautiful, glamorous and romantic. They remind me of our courting days when my someday-husband and I attended the theater in Boston as often as possible.

But sometimes when I see a play, I get distracted by the actors. I tend to daydream and think about what it must be like to live an actor's life. I have many friends who were actors and I know that the backstage drama of a touring group can be more engaging than the drama on stage. So I sit and wonder who is dating whom and who is fighting with whom. And suddenly it is intermission.

But I didn't think about the actors' personal lives at all while watching The Producers. That's the sign of a good show to me.

My husband enjoyed the show too. It made him nostalgic for the days when he worked in a playhouse. It's hard to imagine my warrior husband working in the theater, but he loved it. Now he's dreaming of retiring and working in a theater again. I suppose it makes sense since we're raising a little drama queen.

I'm sure they'll be plenty of former military men working in the theater. Isn't it every aviator's dream to retire into a life of drama?