Monday, February 25, 2013

Women of Will: Winner Announced!

Women of Will. Dir. Eric Tucker. Perf. Tina Packer and Nigel Gore. The Gym at Judson. 3 February to 2 June 2013.

Thanks to all who submitted their favorite female characters from Shakespeare to our recent Women of Will ticket Giveaway (for which, q.v.). And the winner, randomly chosen from all those who submitted, is . . .
  • K
K chose "Margaret from the Henry VI trilogy" as her favorite.

Congratulations to K, and thanks again to the good people of the off-Broadway production Women of Will.

Please e-mail me, K, to claim your prize. You can find my e-mail under the "Contact" section of my complete profile. Enjoy!

If you submitted but didn't win, feel free to shout "A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!" Go on—you'll feel better if you do!

2 comments:

Jennifer Delamere said...

"A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!" Seriously, though, if K doesn't want those tickets, I'm happy to be runner up....

kj said...

See? Don't you feel better?

Now let me get my Kent on for an appropriate response . . .

Take care!

kj

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