Everyone's Waiting- disambiguation

"Everyone's Waiting" is the series finale of the HBO television series Six Feet Under. I'll get to that in a second.

"Everyone's Waiting" can also refer to:

* Something with work I first found about just under a week ago, had my first meeting about on Sunday afternoon(!), and have been preparing for, keeping things clear for, and generally stressing about ever since, which is only millimeters closer to being a reality than it was previously.

* Everyone (all three of us and several of Emily's friends) going to see the all-female Macbeth production in Delaware Park tonight, assuming That Last Thing doesn't eat my brain in the next ten hours.

That's about it, except for this:

( Day 22 - Favorite series finale )

The Scottish Play, Brought to you by Macduff Beer

Awesome performance tonight down at Delaware Park.  There were a few dark clouds overhead right before we left, and it maybe rained a couple dozen drops in the last two acts, but the opening night of Macbeth, with the all-female cast, was delightful in every respect.

Emily had been planning this for days- calling friends to come with, making food (half of which Dad managed to leave at home, where it will most certainly not go to waste), and picking up all of her entourage from various venues. I was an on-the-parapet participant until I got freed from my all-day commitment tomorrow, so after Eleanor got out of work at 6:30, we loaded up chairs and cooler, got a decent parking space not far from the spot the younguns had staked out, and just settled in for an evening of Scottish treachery.

There were more than a few unscripted moments, during the performance and at intermission. Shakespeare Hill is much closer to the sounds of the city than I remember Central Park's venue being (plus NYC's Shakespeare in the Park requires lining up early for ticketage and is, thus, not a place you can just show up at with lawn chairs and coolers five minutes before curtain). At several suspenseful moments during the performance, passing cop cars or ambulances on Elmwood or the 198 added a modern-day sound of intrigue to the crimes being committed onstage. (We also had the obligatory smokers right behind us, leading to me thinking up an extra verse for the Wyrd Sisters: Burning fish, aflame yet wet, these assholes tossed their cigarette!)  Then, as they always do at intermission, the players headed up the hill to work the crowd for donations, which are historically generous and account for half the company's summer budget. The emcee (who'd taught Emily in a summer acting class back in about 1612) encouraged anyone without money to give the actors food, since "they're always hungry!" The kids with us pitched in with some of the Haagen-Daaz half-pints that Em had packed; meanwhile, we'd just noticed the plot significance of the one cleanup product Eleanor had packed-


(a concept not lost on the concession stand, which featured an "Out Damn Spot" cleaning product, but our area's cast-donee, the young woman who played Macduff, graciously accepted them in addition to our cash donation and said, "Yeah, I think this is the brand that we use!")

Great acting, fun crowd, plenty of wibbles seeing Emily so at home with good friends at a good cause. If you're local, go; it's full of sound and fury, but it signifies a heckuva lot more than nothing.