Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote

I've been reading The Decameron lately. I bought it last April at a used bookstore in the Raleigh/Durham airport and have just now gotten around to it. It took me a little while to get into it but now it's a little addictive. Very reminiscent of The Canterbury Tales, which I read in high school, and which I should reread.

We had Thyme rehearsal last night at some boys' school called La Salle Academy in the Lower East Side. We were in a rather small classroom, a little bit cramped, but when I wasn't on stage I just whipped out Decameron. Duncan dismissed some of us early, and as Kelly, the guy who plays Lysander, Carlos and I were leaving, some bearded, heavyset guy in shorts and a tee-short confronted us, demanding to know who we were and what we were doing there. Kelly tried to explain to him we were doing a show and had been told we had permission. He seemed very disbelieving, shaking his head and interrupting her and saying "who are you again?" and finally I said "Who are you?" He said "I'm a teacher here" and it was all I could do not to say "you sure don't look like it." He just pissed me off! He was so rude. Kelly handled it well, though.