Chickens and Hedwig
Sunday nights mean comfort, roast chicken and mashed potatoes. Which is exactly what we made tonight after an afternoon of working on the house. I roast chicken with the idea of getting the most flavor out of it, stuffing the inside cavity with quartered lemons and stalks of rosemary and marjoram, delicately separating the breast meat from the skin and tucking a layer of chopped garlic between, and seasoning the outside with olive oil, salt, and pepper. It was the perfect way to end a cold cold week and nice to remember that we still have a Monday to enjoy at home.
Williamstown, MA can be an unexpected place. So small town on one hand, with generations growing up in the very same place, families that are entwined from early history, and an esteemed (and old) college. It looks to be the perfect New England town, beautiful brick buildings that belong to the college and a cute, upscale downtown not bustling with people or stores but entirely pleasant. The summers bring in throngs of tourists, prospective students and parents looking at Williams but also celebrities, actors and actresses here for the Williamstown Theater Festival. It’s a different feel during the summer, more cosmopolitan, even happening. It’s entirely possible to spot an actor from your favorite sitcom as you’re standing in line for coffee or ice cream. In the winter, it feels rather desolate, especially when the students are on their winter break. This made it all the more surprising when we were out this past weekend. A group at Williams was putting on a Queer Festival at the little movie theater, showing a series of films including one of my all-time favorites, Hedwig and the Angry Inch. We went to see it with another couple. At the beginning of the movie, the organizers announced that there would be a DJ dance party event next door at the Williams College bar/lodge where the director himself would be spinning! This sounded utterly unbelievable to me, yet we went over, and sure enough, John Cameron Mitchell was there! He introduced himself to us as simply John, and I gushed for a minute until he was pulled away to set up. The whole thing was so unlikely for a Saturday night in a small town, yet there we were and it was most certainly real! Definitely our good luck.
Posted on Mon, January 19, 2009