To be, or not to be: classy

On July 22nd we went to the Shakespeare Festival to see Arthur Miller's The Crucible and realized that we are not and probably never will be classy.

We go to the Shakespeare Festival pretty frequently and every single time we promise ourselves that the next time we come we are going to bring a pretty picnic basket with classy cheese and bread but we inevitably end up at Albertson's the day of the show with bad deli food, White Cheddar Cheez-Its, and a liter of soda. Not even the cute "gourmet" soda, it is always Pepsi and Diet Pepsi. We did bring fancy mint flavored water once that came in a super cute bottle but it ended up being so gross that we didn't even drink much of it. Apparently even our taste buds are trashy.

It isn't just our food that isn't fancy, we can't even manage to class up our presentation. Even though we try to bring cute bags, we always end up buying more than the cute bag can hold (see the giant bottles of soda) and end up carting the food in plastic Albertson's bags. So embarrassing.

Once we have brought our white trash food in our white trash containers, we plop down on the cheapest seats we can find - the hillside lawn (we are too cheap for chairs but still, not an excuse, lots of lawn folk have very cute food) on a blanket the size of the sail of a small shipping vessel. Sometimes we arrive late so Sarah has to set fire to picnic baskets while Christina steals their spots. Do you understand the ordeal we go to so we can say that we are the kind of people who frequent the Shakespeare Festival? We should just stick to the drive-in.