Theater, sports, festivals, pizza—and I've sampled almost all of Shakespeare’s beers.
By Hannah Wallace
I have an assortment of topics to include in this week’s blog, and rather than trying to work them into a single, rambling essay, I’m resorting, yet again, to bullet points.
 Used my many privileges to get a chair (not an actual seat, heh) to Asolo’s Tale of Two Cities finally. Such an interesting directorial decision on the part of Michael Edwards to accompany that second-act dialogue with the un-Dickensian cell phone ringing. Oh, you mean that wasn’t on purpose? It fit so nicely into the show—the audience quickly began calling for heads.
 Played a couple of hockey scrimmages in Orlando last weekend. Broke my stick. Aaaand my skate. In a single game. Yay! Hockey is expensive!
 CCB, Little J, high-school pal Bek and I had another great evening at Flying Dog last week. I didn’t predict that Bartender Mark would zero in on Little J’s deliberate, articulate smartass style of speaking—but boy, did he. Never has a request for root beer been met with such hilarious contempt.
 At our booth at the Reading Festival, a couple approached me with a camera. I reached out for it, agreeing to take their picture before they had a chance to say anything. Turns out, they just wanted a picture of my Hannah-designed “Perspicacity for fun party tricks” t-shirt. Reading festivals are awesome.
KEEN SHIRT: Attire with vocabulary words is always well received at the Reading Festival.
 I’m at 75 of 80 Shakespeare’s beers, and only five tasty drafts left to go—huzzah! Consulting absolutely no one, I’ve arbitrarily decided to complete my journey (Guinness will be last, of course) on Saturday, Dec. 1; and anyone and everyone is welcome to join me. (Really. I have like three friends.) In the meantime I’ll be looking for an appropriate line from Falstaff or Sir Toby Belch to mark the occasion.
 For anyone looking for a good New York-style pizza, my father has been doing the same for some time now; and as of Tuesday, Patellini’s is in the lead. CCB and I had a great dinner there with the ‘rents on Monday, followed up by a stroll down lively Main Street for gelato at Jolly. (Oh, and Dad says Patellini’s pie is even more New York-ish when it’s reheated in the oven.)
 It's been a hectic week, but I can finally see the light at the end of the January-issue tunnel, and the fall weather has arrived with gusto, so I’ve got to wrap this up now, hop in a car with CCB, Little J and Copy Editor Megan and head out to Salty Dog for a waterfront sunset with fries on the side. Yup, things could be a lot worse.