Go On Back to Bed, Jimmy Dean

Yesterday afternoon, we went downtown to see the College of Charleston Department of Theater production of Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean.

It was a very enjoyable play. The set design was perfect. The casting and acting was wonderful. The story itself is great.

Except for two things.

The college boy who asked the stale and fresh cigarette reeking college girl (really, they get all dolled up in cute clothes and make up and expensive hair cuts then make themselves reek like a bum sleeping on a park bench) if Jimmy Dean was "the sausage guy".

Although that was kind of funny and we had a split opinion on whether it was a joke or not. (I think it was.)

The other was the poor child whose friends apparently did not really like him. Because if I were with a friend who kept falling asleep and SNORING VERY LOUDLY throughout an entire play, I would awaken my friend and save him/her from making a fool of him/herself.

Snoring loud enough for the actors on stage to hear him, snoring often enough to make those in the audience first snicker, then laugh, then get so annoyed that one lady (okay, it was me) leaned forward and said, "Will someone please elbow him in the ribs?"

And seriously, it wasn't even like it was an eight a.m. class or something similarly sleep worthy. It was three in the afternoon. On a Sunday. Dude probably just rolled out of bed a couple hours before. Should have been able stay awake for two hours.

Thor sez: I'm just sit.....zzzzzzzzzz.