Shakespeare in the Park: Love's Labour's Lost

I managed to get tickets to the Shakespeare in the Park performance of Loves Labour's Lost the musical, which merged the bard's comedy with hilarious musical numbers. I never actually saw one of these summer shows (I'm not one to camp out in central park for tickets) and so I was all over this. There was concern that it might rain and so the show started a little late in order to make sure all would be well. As it turned out, despite an early drizzle, the night was lovely and made for a wonderful environment for the event. The show was very impressive, keeping the original Shakespeare and only jumping in on occasions to provide clever musical numbers that enhanced rather than distracted from the overall performance. I really feel it is a shame that such events are presented to larger audiences as it is these type of adaptations that can really awaken NYC's student population to the pleasures of theater in general and Shakespeare specifically. As a point of reference, there seemed to be very few people under twenty-five and the number of blacks could be counted on one hand (and that might include cast members). Since you are not allowed to take pictures of the show:  After the show I walked through the park and, conveniently after thinking how good my spacial recognition skills were, I in the wrong direction, but at least I got this nice picture out of it: 

Back in the right direction I mentioned to the person I was walking with how I saw a bat during the show and how nice it was to see fireflies. I then brought up the fact that I never saw a raccoon in the park, although I knew there were around. Naturally, we came across not one, not two, not three, but SEVEN raccoons!  Now while seeing so many little raccoons is really neat, it also crossed my mind that--since they were on the small side (yes, I AM an expert on raccoon sizes, thank you very much)--they might be babies and that an over protective and violent mom might be just around the corner. Considering that the original couple of raccoons were joined by others climbing down from the trees I started to get an uneasy feeling about being surrounded and heavily outnumbered. While I realize that others wouldn't expect me to jump in the way of danger, throwing myself in the jaws of a rabid raccoon attack to defend them, I don't want others to realize that I stood ready to throw them in the way of the feral onslaught while I made a run for it.