Wednesday was an unusual day at the Stratford Festival. It was day for which I had not purchased tickets to see anything. It turned out to be an outstanding day; one of the best of the trip.
One of the events I’d been eagerly anticipating on this trip was meeting bloggers Laurent (Larry Muffin at Home) and his husband Will (Willy or Won’t He). They were coming to Stratford as well so we’d made plans to meet face to face. It is always a treat to meet bloggers in the real world. While in town, Will had made arrangements to donate some material to the Festival’s archives. He was nice enough to invite us to join them and had arranged for a tour of the Archives as well. Harper’s Other Dad and I arrived a few minutes before them but the gracious people in the Archives started showing us around their area. We were talking with a member of the Archives staff in a room where they have some of their set-piece collection on display when Laurent and Will arrived. We shook hands for the first time standing between the costume Lucy Peacock wore in last year’s production of Wanderlust and a display of horses created for plays in past years. Laurent & Will know how to make an entrance and a first impression!
It was such a nice visit. I had never seen the Archives before. It is fascinating. And the staff in the Archives are absolutely delightful. They were gracious, welcoming and generous with their time. Their passion for their work is evident and they seemed sincerely happy to chat with people who share their love of theater and the Festival.
And what can be said about the bloggers from Ottawa? They too are absolutely delightful; witty and charming. We had a nice lunch where the conversation flowed freely and there was much laughter. It would have been a thoroughly enjoyable luncheon had they not brought presents but any doubts about the quality of the company were erased when they presented us with rubber ducks they’d brought back from a recent trip to Austria. I continue to deny those scurrilous rumors that my favors can be had for the price of a rubber duck but as the collection continues to grow my protestations sound increasingly hollow. I was not aware that my reputation had crossed our northern border. We dropped the them off at their matinée (the gentlemen… I kept the ducks!) but had previously made plans to reconnect for dinner. Dinner was even more pleasant. Our reservation was at 7:30. It was almost 11:00 when we left the restaurant.
Such a nice day.