I went to kung fu for the first time since I got back. As always, I felt like I was absolutely dying. Well, I left class early to go watch Shakespeare In the Park with my friends. I'd wanted to go since about 6th grade, when I first heard about it, but I guess I just was never motivated enough to get it all figured out. It was pretty good; they performed Two Gentlemen of Verona with some hints of modern culture dropped here & there.

There was no real admission fee to the event, but there was a "$5.00 donation requested." Well, having come straight from kung fu, I hadn't changed pants, and therefore didn't have any pockets. So I had slipped a 5-dollar bill into my shoe, but by the time I'd walked to the place to give the money it happed fallen out of the shoe. I wasn't about to walk all the way back to get more money (I'd parked really far away), so I was like, awww screw it. Well, they say it's the thought that counts, right? hahaha...