A couple of weekends ago my friend and I went to see the play Dr. Dolittle at the Carrollton Center of the Arts.
Neither one of us had ever seen the play, but our teacher Mr. Brewer was in the play, making us more inclined to see the show. All I had known about Dr. Dolittle was that it had something to do with a dude who could talk to animals, thanks to the ads that ran for a movie adaptation of the play a couple of Christmases ago.
My friend and I had been hanging out for a few hours before it was time to get ready to go to the show. Before going to the Carrollton Center of the Arts we went to Publix. At Publix, we each bought a bouquet to combine to give to Mr. Brewer. We were running a bit late, so we jumped in my car and I began to drive to the center while my friend worked on combining the bouquets. I got to what I thought was the Carrollton Center of the Arts to realize that I went to the wrong place (I only realized after noticing that there wasn’t a single person in the parking lot). It was already time for the show to start, but we rushed across town to get to the right place.
We may have missed the first part of the show, but the people working at the Center of the Arts let us in. Both of us were pleasantly surprised by how much we enjoyed the show, despite its intention for a younger audience as well as its cast of child actors. After the show, we waited in the hallway for Mr. Brewer (and his son, who stole the show). We congratulated him on his performance, gave him the bouquet, and were on our way.
The whole experience was funny. We worked together to make the bouquet (and to get to the show, after I drove us to the wrong place), we experienced something new, we supported our local children’s theater, and we embraced creativity in enjoying the show, its actors, and everything else.
For the first time in a while, I actually have a picture of the experience! To make up for my previous lack of photos, I have included two pictures from the show. Enjoy.
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