Sorrow is born in the Hasty Heart...

... or so the play "The Hasty Heart" tries to refute. I received 3 tickets to any 2008 shows as a Christmas present from the Willes. I went to "Don't Drink the Water" in February by myself and decided I didn't really want to go to another play by myself if I could help it. So for the next play I sent out an invitation to my FHE group. I was really excited that 6 others wanted to come! We went last night to see the play at Orem's lovely theater-in-the-round Hale Center. I say 'lovely' because although the stage was awesome (as always) and the setting is a small, cozy theater, the physical condition of the theater itself is deterioating. We sat on the top row and got a close view of the leaky roof. Hard not to be worried about injesting mold or a cave-in.

While taking these pictures before the play started we worried we were disrupting the theater and that they were going to throw us out. Which is why we didn't take too many shots. Our flash was lighting up the stage, which was suppose to be setting the abiance of a hospital barracks at night.

Ryan, Stacey and Me

Brian, Lindsay, Ryan and Stacey

(not pictured: Molly, because she came later)