So I spent Sunday at Ceramic Dreams with a bunch of my closest friends, painting pottery and drinking wine, to celebrate my 32nd birthday (which was actually Tuesday). It was drama-free and uber-relaxing. There is something so serene about creating an "art" object. (Well, I don't know how much "art" we all created, but it was fun.)

Last night, the night of my proper birth day, I ran out of work to meet friends at Ralph's Great Divide before going to the Murat to see "Jospeh and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat." As many times as I have seen that show, I still enjoyed myself. I haden't been in a couple years, and, even though Joseph looked like his name should be Sven, the show was a huge success. The touches the touring group incorperated to make the show their own worked, the Indianapolis Children's Choir was great, and the brothers and narrator were outstanding. And we were out of there by 10, so I was able to squeeze in 2 episodes of "Buffy" before I fell into bed exhausted.

Don't expect any theater reviews from me next week, save Storytelling Arts of Indiana Saturday night. I have Beltane Friday and will be at an all-day bellydance workshop Sunday in Bloomington. Besides, after "feMENism," "Orson's Shadow" and "Two Noble Kinsmen," I deserve a break. I will hit Footlite and ACT next weekend.