Midweek Anniversary Escape
Oregon Shakespeare Festival
August 25-26, 2010
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We left soon after we got the kids to school, pointing the Mini
straight up through the 109-degree Central Valley and reaching
Ashland in the heat of the afternoon. Our room at the Peerless
Hotel was cool (both ways), so we relaxed, cracked open the pinot
grigio they had thoughtfully tucked away in the mini-fridge, and
napped a bit before heading out for pre-theater 'tizers.
We had come to see Henry IV, Part 1. (Well, I had; Jen indulged me.)
Hotspur was electric, Hal laconically noble, and Falstaff was funny. In fact
it was nice to see how funny and fun it was, even a play that supposedly
wasn't a comedy.
In the morning, we almost skipped the hotel breakfast, but that would have
been a serious mistake, as it was one of the most creative and delicous
breakfasts we'd had in a long time: grapefruit brulee, crispy sweet bacon,
an egg scramble with red peppers. Michael, the hotel's proprietor, was also
the chef. Our compliments to him, and a promise to come back.
But the best part was probably just the joy of a midweek getaway for our
wedding anniversary (21 years on September 3) and the freedom to nap or
wander aimlessly around, with no one to see and nowhere to be.