Well, dear readers, what a thoroughly entrancing time the Est Coast Hainsies/Kimlets had. Has anyone noticed that I accidentally typed Est instead of East? I hope we don’t have any Est Hainsies/Kimlets because Est is not au courant and we must always be au courant, now mustn’t we. Where was I? Oh, yes, our thoroughly entrancing time. There were a couple of no-shows, but we had nine people all told and we had a marvelous party. William F. Orr and partner arrived and brought pointy party hats and we all wore them, oh, yes, we all wore them and looked quite festive. William E. Lurie and partner were there, as were Ben and partner. I was surrounded by two lovely ladies, Cissy Wechter and our very own Susan Gordon. Angus’ restaurant (Angus was the host at Joe Allen for seven years) is terrific – nice atmosphere, good food. There was lovely conversation, and we took a festive photo which will be posted on this here site if the errant and truant Mr. Mark Bakalor ever gets off his West Coast butt cheeks and does some work on this here site. Many secrets were divulged, but those who attended are sworn to secrecy, although all will be revealed here in short order. In any case, it was a splendid evening, and hopefully the first of many Hainsies/Kimlets get together. I was, unfortunately, not at my wittiest and gayest because my fershluganah back was killing me. What I ever did to my back to warrant a homicide being perpetrated, I’ll never know.
If you were errant and truant and missed this weekend’s notes, you simply will not be with it if you don’t use the Unseemly Archive Button and peruse them. You will not be happening, you will not be in with the in crowd, you will not be the bomb, you will not be rad, you will, in short or long, not be the ginchiest. I’m not going to tell you what happened here on Saturday, notes-wise, you simply must read them for yourself – but I will tell you it was wild and wooly and also wooly and wild. And Sunday, all the answers to last Wednesday’s Ask BK Day were posted. So, do take a look. And also, be sure to tune in to Donald’s brand spanking new radio show.
Today is a very busy day – first taking a train somewhere and meeting with the Tourette people about the benefit. Then back to the city to meet with the people at the Danny Kaye Theater. Then on to audition some kids, then dinner with our potential stage manager for the benefit. Then back to the retro hotel to hopefully relax and get a good night’s sleep.
Apparently this hotel is located next to a trash dump center, because all I hear in the endless drone of trash being dumped – they were doing it last night at midnight and they are doing it now. I would go raise my window and yell on them but they have those things over their ears to block out the sound. They ought to provide those for people who are staying in the hotel.
Well, why don’t we click on the Unseemly Button below and see what’s going on in the next section.
Have I mentioned what a swellegant time we all had at our little get-together with our Est Coast Hainsies/Kimlets? Perhaps some of them will post more details about it in today’s posts.
Have you ever known people who, no matter how many times you tell them something, no matter how many times you even write it down for them, simply refuse to remember that you told them something? They act like you never said it, never wrote it – they look at you like you’re a lunatic and you have to get all snippy and nasty about it and then they still act like they don’t believe you ever said it. Then they find the paper where you wrote it and they sheepishly call and say, “Oh, yeah, it’s here, you did say it.” And that’s it. No, I’m sorry I acted like you didn’t say it when you said you did say it. This happens to me frequently and with a variety and also a Hollywood reporter of various and sundried people. A good bitch-slapping is in order, don’t you think?
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must get on a train and go somewhere, I must say things to people so they can deny I said them, I must go hither and thither and thither and hither, I must also go yon, I must listen to musical theater children strut their stuff, I must, in short, get crackin’. Today’s topic of discussion: At last night’s party, dear reader Ben pointed out that one of the wildest times we’ve had here was when we did our own totally inappropriate casting for a revival of West Side Story. So, let us take another stab at that same topic. Let us say that we are doing a brand spanking new revival of The Sound of Music – which we will cast with the most wrong people currently working in theater and movies and television. Now, put on your thinking hats and go to it. Also, post about anything your little collective hearts desire. Post away, my pretties.