Mustang Bobby, or Ride, Caitie Ride

So, as many long-time Shakers will know, Mustang Bobby, a contributor here, makes an annual trip to the Stratford Festival. Well, Stratford isn't very far from here at all (it's a half-hour drive, give or take a bit), so we made arrangements to meet this morning, just to hang out and chat and so on.

Well, I'll say this: we appear to be both pretty much what's on the label, when our writing is considered. That is, I don't think either of us were all that surprised. :)

Bobby is a lovely man, with a gently ferocious wit that won't surprise anyone who reads his work. Our conversation ranged across many topics, covering from theatre and playwriting to blogging to the rise of stupidity in modern discourse.

Ooh, and we chatted about the idea of a Shakescon. I know, huh, fun idea, amirite? Yah. :D

We did, however, make sure to get pictures. So:

Your Humble Narrator, waiting for Bobby to arrive in the lobby. I am somewhat known for my striped leg attire, so I decided to make sure I'd got some highly visible ones.



Then, Your Humble Narrator and this lovely woman she knows, who happens to be very close to YHN. This is the_pixie_mouse, along with YHN.



And lastly, the one you came to see, YHN and Mustang Bobby.