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Thursday, September 9, 2010
Who is the Scarlet Pimpernel?
I freaking love the Scarlet Pimpernel. For those of you who have no idea who that is, go read the book right now.
Go for it, I'll wait.
We done? Okay. For those of you too lazy to read a book, even an electronic one, let me sum up. He's the freaking Batman of the French Revolution: Rich, debonair, but entirely shallow and vapid playboy by day, but by night, he dons a secret identity and saves people from certain death.
This is a hero who survives by his wits, by staying one step ahead of his enemies, and above all, by projecting a foppish facade that serves as a shield against suspicion.
As someone who often plays the fool, this guy is my hero. He manages to dance circles around his enemies without them even fully realizing that they've been completely taken.
The musical based on the book is playing this month in Ogden, Utah. My friend is organizing a trip to go see it and I want to go. Unfortunately, he wants me to bring a date.
"But David, you're in Provo. There's literally thousands of girls just waiting to be asked out on such a marvelously classy date as going to the theater," you might say. And yes, you are probably very right. And the last time we made such an excursion, I had no trouble finding one.
Unfortunately, things have changed (see my last entry). This is not the Provo of 2008. Though I see beautiful girls all over campus, I don't know any of them (and I'm not very good at asking complete strangers to drive to Ogden and see a play with me).
Sadly, my life is this: Wake up, drive to Lehi for work, get off work, drive to the campus library, research my thesis until midnight, go to bed, wash, rinse, repeat. This leaves precious little 'get out and meet new friends' time, and even less time for romance.
So I feel like the sailor, stranded on a piece of driftwood, saying "Water, water all around and not a drop to drink" before he dies of thirst in the middle of the ocean. I'd love nothing better than to buy a ticket for a girl to experience what is without a doubt my favorite musical of all time. (Okay, I realize its not super manly to have a favorite musical, but don't judge!) The only trick is...finding the girl!