Update bo bup date
First, I want to plug Chris Kaminstein and Max Goldblatt's new musical "The Terrible Parable of Leni Riefenstahl" which debuted this weekend at Wesleyan University. Now I was in DC debuting my own show and as such was unable to see it, but come on. You can't go wrong with those two lovely young gentlemen and that title.
So, it's been a while. Last post was 30 October. That night I dressed up in Ellie's pink cable knit sweater and pearls and house slippers and an apron and was Drunken Housewife for Halloween. I don't remember very much about the night other than that I screamed a lot when DB came in, and Amber was there, and we were in Mount Pleasant and I had a martini glass that my minions were very good at keeping filled. Also, the next morning I received a text message from an unknown number: "Restaurant & sex still an option?"
So I gather I was rather on my game.
31st I got up and took a cab to work (how horrible). Luckily it wasn't the busiest of Sunday brunches because I would not have been able to handle it. Walked home. Laid on the couch and then managed to briefly rouse myself and put in an appearance at Adancito's birthday party (make your own pizza?!?!) and then came home and laid on the couch some more.
The first I have what I did no idea except I found out that we didn't have to be in the theatre all day Tuesday as I had previously thought, which angered me because I would have gone to Philadelphia to knock on doors. Which is where Ellie, the troupiest of troupers, comes in. Monday night we had a frantic drive to Philly, stayed at J's lovely abode, woke up early in the am, connected with the MoveOn people, and spent Tuesday morning knocking on doors. Mostly cute little old Italian nonnas, and one crazy anti-Semite. Then we went to Shanks and had the best sandwich ever and went to the market and bought amazing cheese and drove home in time to vote and get to the theater. Yay! What a lovely impromptu adventure.
Well, yay until Tuesday night anyway. I piled on Ellie's bed to cry and freak out, then G came home and joined us, and then K and Z came home, and we had a nice albeit apocalyptic snuggle before going to our respective sleeping quarters to fitfully doze through the wee frantic Ohio morning.
I am still in shock and inarticulate about the entire hullabaloo.
Wednesday the third it was a blessing to go to the theatre and have a routine and be able to have to physically move, not just walk around in a little heartbroken shell. The crowd wasn't great in numbers but was indeed great in spirit, and that's what we needed, anyway.
The daytime of Thursday the fourth is again lost to me; the show was good -- Rachel and assorted Wesheads came. Then Rachel and I went to the Wonderbar, and had a delicious kielbasa and managed to not depress ourselves too much. Ellie joined us for a beer, and we made a new and I believe to be a strategically important friend. It was a late night, but supremely enjoyable, if I do say so myself.
Friday morning I got home around 7:30 and laid on the couch -- watched the last ten minutes of Tom Jones, Finding Nemo, The Knack (an awful movie, never rent this), and -- of course -- Bridget Jones. Tried to decorate my room in time for Leana and Heather's visit, and was unsuccessful, although I did nail the corkboard up and it looks quite lovely.
I thought Friday night was a good show. We were in the CityPaper, and it was our first sellout crowd. A really lovely crowd -- got many of the jokes and little bits that had theretofore gone unnoticed.
Saturday I had brunch with my parents and my aunt who was in town for the weekend. Missed the Liverpool-Birmingham game (they lost 1-0 at Anfield... it's going to be a long and tough slog to fourth place). Went and got the girls. Leana and I hung out in the afternoon and then I dropped her off to meet Heather for dinner (I had a 6:30 call).
It's so wonderful when really good friends that you don't get to see that often come for a visit. It was so brilliant to be with the girls. They both seem to be doing well in NYC. After the show we went home, the three of us and AB (be still my beating heart), and drank & smoked a little and then went to Wonderland with G and Ellie and David. Yippee!!
It was packed and smoky and the people-watching was fabulous. Max bought the first round and I bought the second and then G bought me a beer right before he left. It was one of those lovely evening when some you time your eating and beer intake perfectly right so that you are happily drunk for a long time, but never too drunk, and never tired. Excellent. I ran into two regulars from the restaurant -- two regulars that I even like, which is the best -- and one of them remembered my fake name for him, which made me very pleased. Good music as always -- Superstitious, and that Radiohead song I can't remember the title of that goes "Transport, motorways, and tramlines ..."
I challenged G to a mission and was sorely disappointed in his efforts and his ultimate failure to succeed in said mission, but all was well. And AB stayed for not just one (as he had previously mooted he only had time for) but two beers, which was nice. I am trying to not read too much into that.
We went home and went to sleep and in the morning Heather's brother came by with bagels and bagel accoutrements, and we had a too-short footie chat (I hadn't known about Santini leaving, yikes!) and then he drove the girls to the bus and I went to catch the last half of the Manchester derby. Can't imagine that the United-Yankees parallel can go on much longer if they keep playing like that. Which isn't to say that City had a good game, because they didn't, really, leaving Richard Dunne's excellent defensework aside. Anelka was nowhere to be seen. SWP had a few good breakway runs, but they were ultimately stymied. United -- what is going on? Giggs was trying to make it happen, Keane was trying to make it happen, Scholes and then Rooney -- and no follow through. Most frustrating. Of course Poll was the ref. Of course. He wasn't as bad as he's been, though. Smith definitely deserved to get sent off.
It was strange to have the last show -- I think we were really starting to breathe into it. Of course I forgot things on the last night, of course. Overall, not bad. Had a lovely post-show beer and burger at Tonic with AB, Sabrina, S, the irrepressible T, and the cocky faux-Parisian. Riotous, actually. The kind of table I love having as a waitress.
Which brings us to today, and What Comes Next.
What Comes Next?
So, it's been a while. Last post was 30 October. That night I dressed up in Ellie's pink cable knit sweater and pearls and house slippers and an apron and was Drunken Housewife for Halloween. I don't remember very much about the night other than that I screamed a lot when DB came in, and Amber was there, and we were in Mount Pleasant and I had a martini glass that my minions were very good at keeping filled. Also, the next morning I received a text message from an unknown number: "Restaurant & sex still an option?"
So I gather I was rather on my game.
31st I got up and took a cab to work (how horrible). Luckily it wasn't the busiest of Sunday brunches because I would not have been able to handle it. Walked home. Laid on the couch and then managed to briefly rouse myself and put in an appearance at Adancito's birthday party (make your own pizza?!?!) and then came home and laid on the couch some more.
The first I have what I did no idea except I found out that we didn't have to be in the theatre all day Tuesday as I had previously thought, which angered me because I would have gone to Philadelphia to knock on doors. Which is where Ellie, the troupiest of troupers, comes in. Monday night we had a frantic drive to Philly, stayed at J's lovely abode, woke up early in the am, connected with the MoveOn people, and spent Tuesday morning knocking on doors. Mostly cute little old Italian nonnas, and one crazy anti-Semite. Then we went to Shanks and had the best sandwich ever and went to the market and bought amazing cheese and drove home in time to vote and get to the theater. Yay! What a lovely impromptu adventure.
Well, yay until Tuesday night anyway. I piled on Ellie's bed to cry and freak out, then G came home and joined us, and then K and Z came home, and we had a nice albeit apocalyptic snuggle before going to our respective sleeping quarters to fitfully doze through the wee frantic Ohio morning.
I am still in shock and inarticulate about the entire hullabaloo.
Wednesday the third it was a blessing to go to the theatre and have a routine and be able to have to physically move, not just walk around in a little heartbroken shell. The crowd wasn't great in numbers but was indeed great in spirit, and that's what we needed, anyway.
The daytime of Thursday the fourth is again lost to me; the show was good -- Rachel and assorted Wesheads came. Then Rachel and I went to the Wonderbar, and had a delicious kielbasa and managed to not depress ourselves too much. Ellie joined us for a beer, and we made a new and I believe to be a strategically important friend. It was a late night, but supremely enjoyable, if I do say so myself.
Friday morning I got home around 7:30 and laid on the couch -- watched the last ten minutes of Tom Jones, Finding Nemo, The Knack (an awful movie, never rent this), and -- of course -- Bridget Jones. Tried to decorate my room in time for Leana and Heather's visit, and was unsuccessful, although I did nail the corkboard up and it looks quite lovely.
I thought Friday night was a good show. We were in the CityPaper, and it was our first sellout crowd. A really lovely crowd -- got many of the jokes and little bits that had theretofore gone unnoticed.
Saturday I had brunch with my parents and my aunt who was in town for the weekend. Missed the Liverpool-Birmingham game (they lost 1-0 at Anfield... it's going to be a long and tough slog to fourth place). Went and got the girls. Leana and I hung out in the afternoon and then I dropped her off to meet Heather for dinner (I had a 6:30 call).
It's so wonderful when really good friends that you don't get to see that often come for a visit. It was so brilliant to be with the girls. They both seem to be doing well in NYC. After the show we went home, the three of us and AB (be still my beating heart), and drank & smoked a little and then went to Wonderland with G and Ellie and David. Yippee!!
It was packed and smoky and the people-watching was fabulous. Max bought the first round and I bought the second and then G bought me a beer right before he left. It was one of those lovely evening when some you time your eating and beer intake perfectly right so that you are happily drunk for a long time, but never too drunk, and never tired. Excellent. I ran into two regulars from the restaurant -- two regulars that I even like, which is the best -- and one of them remembered my fake name for him, which made me very pleased. Good music as always -- Superstitious, and that Radiohead song I can't remember the title of that goes "Transport, motorways, and tramlines ..."
I challenged G to a mission and was sorely disappointed in his efforts and his ultimate failure to succeed in said mission, but all was well. And AB stayed for not just one (as he had previously mooted he only had time for) but two beers, which was nice. I am trying to not read too much into that.
We went home and went to sleep and in the morning Heather's brother came by with bagels and bagel accoutrements, and we had a too-short footie chat (I hadn't known about Santini leaving, yikes!) and then he drove the girls to the bus and I went to catch the last half of the Manchester derby. Can't imagine that the United-Yankees parallel can go on much longer if they keep playing like that. Which isn't to say that City had a good game, because they didn't, really, leaving Richard Dunne's excellent defensework aside. Anelka was nowhere to be seen. SWP had a few good breakway runs, but they were ultimately stymied. United -- what is going on? Giggs was trying to make it happen, Keane was trying to make it happen, Scholes and then Rooney -- and no follow through. Most frustrating. Of course Poll was the ref. Of course. He wasn't as bad as he's been, though. Smith definitely deserved to get sent off.
It was strange to have the last show -- I think we were really starting to breathe into it. Of course I forgot things on the last night, of course. Overall, not bad. Had a lovely post-show beer and burger at Tonic with AB, Sabrina, S, the irrepressible T, and the cocky faux-Parisian. Riotous, actually. The kind of table I love having as a waitress.
Which brings us to today, and What Comes Next.
What Comes Next?
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