Well, dear readers, I am happy to report that my food poisoning episode seems to have passed, and I’m mostly back to normal, if normal is an appropriate word for the likes of me. I actually managed to get food in me finally. Late afternoon yesterday, I had two poached eggs on toast. After two or three bites I saw that it was going to go down and not come up. I hope Du-Par’s doesn’t get charged with a felony for poaching the eggs – egg theft is a serious crime in the City of Studio. In the evening, I had a gloriously glorious massage, and afterwards I made a little white rice with butter, and that tasted most yummilicious, which led me to believe that I was finally better. Hopefully, this new day will prove me correct. Other than that, yesterday was a very relaxing day – I did Christmas cards, I did errands, and that was about it. Oh, dear, I must hurry along, because she of the Evil Eye will be here soon and I must leave the home environment for a little while. Before leaving, however, a gal is coming to replace one set of bamboo blinds in the dining room – the pulley thing broke and some of the strings within the blinds came undone. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Next Stop, Greenwich Village. I remembered enjoying it a lot when I saw it upon its release. Watching it again, it’s really not all that good – it’s has a good heart and means well, but it just sort of meanders along for 111 minutes – there’s some humor, some angst, and some very good performances, but it just doesn’t add up to very much. Lenny Baker is good as the Paul Mazursky-inspired young actor – a bit over the top at times, but likeable. Mr. Baker also appeared in the Broadway musical I Love My Wife, and then tragically died very young. I hadn’t remembered that Ellen Greene was the female lead. She was okay in her first film role. The best performances in the film come from Shelley Winters, superb as Baker’s mother, Mike Kellin, ditto as his father, and Lou Jacobi, ditto as his boss at the delicatessen. Also excellent in a supporting role is a young Christopher Walken. Mr. Mazurski isn’t really a stylist, but his direction is fine. The transfer is fine, too.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must breeze along with the breeze all too soon.
Today I must do the rest of my Christmas card mailing, and I must also do several errands. Perhaps I’ll even have a poached egg or two, if I can find a restaurant willing to risk arrest for poaching. Tonight I shall be attending Miss Linda Purl’s nightclub show at The Gardenia. She’s actually trying out a bit of new patter based on our meetings, so that will be fun, but there won’t be any of the new material we’ve been discussing. I’ll be eating dinner there, my first real meal since getting food poisoning last Wednesday.
Is one week from today really Christmas Eve? How can that be? It was just January and now it is Christmas. Amazing. Amazingly amazing. One week from today, and I’ll be having my annual BK Christmas do. Invites have gone out via e-mail, and if there are any hainsies/kimlets who’ll be in the area, feel free to e-mail me and I’ll make sure you’re invited, too.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, get back to my short story (I have been a very bad boy), I must do everything that needs doing, and then I must enjoy Miss Linda Purl’s crooning. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films and plays and musicals about show business, actors, directors, and all things backstage? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, for it is Christmas, a time of merriment and mirth and laughter and legs and posts, above all, posts.