I've been to every summer production at the Delacorte since 1995's production of the Tempest. So there was no way I was missing Romeo and Juliet, the first of the two productions this summer. I just love outdoor theater. They could have spent the entire play throwing fruit at each other and I would have been happy.
Except I wasn't. Happy. The hole in my heart (metaphorically speaking) feels like it's getting bigger.
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