Oh lord, did I say “Go hang out with the Hispanists” or what? It was awesome. The first play was “The Cave of Salamanca” which features infidelity, priests, barbers, and fake demons. It was so delicious I almost rewrote the end of my book again to match it, it pleased me so much.
And then the second was a play my friend wrote called “Crossing the Line: A Quixotic Adventure” which was almost all just dialogue from Don Quixote but then a professor and his grad student show up and insert themselves into the text. It was really delightful. I mean, I know that’s a corny word, but the whole evening was just delightful.
If “delightful” is corny, then I suppose I am corny. Why do you think it is corny?