Apple Picking and Theater Going

So I'm super late in putting these pictures up, and I'm also not going to do a very good job of discussing them because I feel like my brain is going to fall out. Beyond working a lot this weekend, I also probably shouldn't stay out until 11:30 on a Tuesday night, even if there is only one hard cider involved in the evening...

So two weeks ago, I went apple picking out in the Cranston/Johnston area, which is really like 30 minutes outside of Providence. It's super odd. You drive to basically where Gahanna would be in relation to Columbus and suddenly you're in farm fields and among pumpkin patches. I suppose that's true of Ohio; it was just shocking to feel like I hadn't gotten out of the city in a month and then to feel like I was in the boonies.

We actually ended up going to three apple picking places. This was the first one:

My heart practically stopped. They had mini apple pies! Pumpkin butter! Apple butter! Make your own peanut butter! But no hot cider and no apple cider donuts. This is why we ended up going to two other places. We never really found hot cider (although yes on the donuts). Sarah, pictured below, ended up swigging cold cider from a jug.

I actually only included this picture to show that I'm not making up friends. This is Sarah, hiding in a tree. She found a concord grape tree after a kid crawled out from under it.

So we got back with just enough time for me to drop off my pound of apples that one does not know what I'll do with, change clothes and hop a bus into downtown. I wish I had taken a picture of my ensemble with my new fall jacket. I was wearing a purple dress and black and white jacket with white shoes and black hose, and I tell you this old woman at the play stared my footwear down. She straight-up judged me. I all pretended like I didn't notice and that I was enjoying being young and wearing brightly colored, potentially inappropriate things to outings that only old people enjoy.

And good god, it was all old people. You really aren't supposed to take pictures of the insides of theaters, but I think people mostly felt bad for me because I was alone in the bench (read: backless, poor people) seats in the back. The theater people kindly allowed me and the three other people who were in bench seats to move to the last row of real seating because the house wasn't even close to full. You know how much that saved me? Somewhere in the range of $20. RIDICULOUS. The play itself - at a big theater downtown - was good but not great. I think though that I probably didn't love it as much because I was hungry. I ended up eating my second apple cider donut in small pieces out of my purse while pretending to look at placards at a far end of the theater.

Yes, my life is glamorous.