Love's Labour's Lost (micro-review)

I went to the ART production of Love's Labour's Lost, as adapted by Robert Bella. Very much adapted, into a kind of 50s cabaret, complete with musical numbers (The Lady Is a Tramp, Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend, and so on). And though it left me wanting to see an unadapted version, just to see how much changed, it worked. Very campy, but it worked. I enjoyed the costumes, complete with color coordination (not only did each girl have her own color (through all the costume changes, including dresses, swimsuits, and gowns), but the matching guy had the same color accessories, including socks).

It's a reasonably stupid plot (a vow to avoid women, fast, not sleep much, spend all one's time studying, stuff like that, when one is head of state doesn't seem feasible), but done as a farce (complete with subplots in the lower classes), I suppose it's vaguely supportable. Silly and fun, definitely.

Oh, and this was my first time at Zero Arrow, which just opened this year (or late last year?) in Harvard Square, across the street from a building I lived in years ago, where there used to be a vacant lot. It's a pretty building. The theatre space is large enough to have a good-sized audience, but flexible enough to do a variety of things (more black box than anything else).

Boston Organics delivery

• two boxes of oyster mushrooms (larger clamshell size, maybe four ounces each? not sure)
  
• two pints of cherry tomatoes
  
• two heads of green leaf lettuce
  
• a big bunch of spinach
  
• three heads of garlic
  
• seven medium yellow onions
  
• six biggish potatoes (they look like Yukon golds)
  
• three huge globe artichokes (much yayness!)

Now, if only I could face actual cooking, but in this heat, I wilt. I know, it's only low 80s, but magids aren't made for hot weather. At all. And yet, I've never lived with an AC, either. And I've been miserable each summer (well, except when in the lovely air-conditioned-ness of my office. Thank goodness for work :-). I'm thinking that should change, though. Even a small room AC would make a difference, knowing I'd have somewhere cool enough to sleep. (And for the people who say it's not the heat, it's the humidity, well, yes, some, but it doesn't make much difference, since here the two come hand in hand.)
(As I type, I can feel sweat trickling down me. I don't know why I sweat so much more/easily than everyone else seems to, but I do.)

Oh, and I should consider investing in a cooler and ice packs too, to leave out for the veggies, as suggested.