It’s Dead Week on UA’s campus, but that doesn’t mean that there’s nothing going on. It just means that there could be an Elizabethan Zombiepocalypse going on and you wouldn’t know it because you’re hiding out on the fourth floor of Amelia Gayle Gorgas Library. Which might be a good place to hide during the Zombiepocalypse. Zombies don’t need books.
Then again, the library will be packed this week. Prime zombie real estate. You should go outside occasionally, just to make sure that the end isn’t nigh and that your papers are still due.
Here are a few events you may want to step outside for:
Milton’s Paradise Regain’d
The Green Bar
Monday @ 7:00pm, free and open to all ages
Tuesday @ 7:00pm, 21 and up
Professor David Ainsworth’s EN 335 class will be reading Milton’s dramatic poem at the little stage formerly known as Little Willy’s, next door to Wilhagen’s. This event may be your only chance to drink good canned beer while listening to religious poetry. Ever. Or at least before the Zombiepocalypse.
Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Shelton State Community College
The Courtyard (of Shelton’s campus)
Tuesday through Thursday, 7:30pm
Free admission.
Outdoor Shakespeare. A good (and entertaining) way to see the zombies coming from a distance. And the tornadoes (show canceled on Wednesday night). Be sure to check out the review at Vanishing Sights.
David Bolus’ blackout.
The Allen Bales, UA Campus
Wednesday and Thursday, 7:30pm
$5 admission, proceeds benefit The National Foundation for Cancer Research as part of “Play for a Purpose”, as well as West Alabama AIDS Outreach.
David Bolus recently played Hamlet for Improbable Fictions. While I don’t think we can expect sword fights or skulls from blackout, I think that there will be more than enough soul-searching dialogue to go around. A good thing, soul-searching, right before the Zombiepocalypse.
And last (and certainly least)
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Undead
301 Morgan Hall
Sunday, May 1st, 7:00pm
Free and open.
I’ve heard that this film is horrible. Just bad. I’m hoping for mystery-science-theatre-bad. If I have any brain cells left after this week, I hope to burn them on this film.
Improbable Fictions 