To and Fro and Up and Down

06.13.2011

The title of this blog is the title of the show I went to see on Thursday night in Cincinnati. My friend Anne was in the show, directed by Gina Kleesattel, a very talented woman who has directed musicals at UD. GinaÂ’s nephew actually wrote the script for the show and it was part of the Cincinnati Fringe Festival.

Emily and I drove down to Cinci on Thursday to show Anne our support, and let me tell you it was quite an adventure. It was a good thing that we left early, because as usual, we got lost. Let’s just say that Mapquest and I are not really on good terms at the moment. We ended up getting turned around because the directions told us to get off at a later exit and basically loop around to the exit that we originally took. This means that we ended up turning the wrong way and driving the opposite direction for about 10 minutes. Finally, somehow, we figured it out and managed to get to the venue. Can I just point out that Cincinnati roads are just weird. I mean, a “slight left” does not mean “go straight and the street name will change.”

We arrived about 7 minutes before the show was supposed to start and sat in the front row. The venue was actually an artsy-type building of some sort and the stage was very minimalist, but it totally worked. The show itself was called “To and Fro and Up and Down,” like I mentioned before, and it was basically the Devil’s account of his encounters with Adam and Eve, Job, and his fall from Heaven. It was hilarious! The Devil character had a sort of dry, sarcastic humor and the rest of the cast had wonderful comedic timing. It was about 45 minutes long and I’m pretty sure I didn’t go a full 2 minutes without laughing at something.

After the show we talked with Anne and Gina and were on our way home. Luckily, finding the interstate was a little easier than finding the venue and we made it home without any problems. For future reference, don’t use Mapquest, and if ever traveling to Cincinnati, leave at least a half hour earlier than is thought to be necessary. And remember, sometimes a “slight left” doesn’t actually mean left at all.