Well, dear readers, another week is flying by like a gazelle in pursuit of a Himalayan yak. Is there a Himalayan yak? And, if there is, does the Himalayan yak yak? In any case, another week is flying by like a gazelle in pursuit of a Himalayan yak. I am now quite interested in the Himalayan yak and wish to know as much as possible, like what does a Himalayan yak eat for dinner? In fact, I think I shall write a novel entitled The Himalayan Yak, which will, of course, be a story about a Himalayan yak. My goodness, we’re off to a fine start, aren’t we? Speaking of a fine start, yesterday was a very pleasant day. First off, I woke up, always a positive thing at my age. Second off, I wrote a couple of pages of my short story and am within a page or two of finishing it. Third off, I had a sparkling luncheon with our very own Miss Tammy Minoff. We dined at Musso and Frank – she had a shrimp cocktail, French onion soup, and a house salad with vinaigrette. I had the Combination Louis and I didn’t overdo the dressing, for once. I only ate one piece of bread, and had no dessert. I then came home and did stuff around the home environment – then I was on my way to the Gardenia to see Mr. Kristopher McDowell.
This was my first experience seeing Mr. McDowell and I found him to be a fine singer and very personable performer, and I had a good time. I had my usual problem that I have with cabaret acts, and that was that there was no real point to the show – just a bunch of songs sung by a good singer. Few of the songs were given any context and there was little patter. I always think there has to be a point – even if it’s a small point, just to give the evening context. The song selection was fine (although I’d switch the first two numbers – the second song was a perfect opening number), but a little context goes a long way. But, that’s just me. There was a small but appreciative group there, including our Deceit publicist, David Elzer. I sat with Jim Brewer, who was the creator of the Sondheim benefit that Mr. Guy Haines took part in in December. Best of all, I saw Miss Sharon McNight, whom I adore. I then came home and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Is the Himalayan yak a mythical beast? Is the Himalayan yak anything like the Appalachian gnu? Does the Himalayan yak eat scones? Does the Himalayan yak watch Jay Leno or David Letterman? So many questions, so little time. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, whilst we all ponder the proclivities of the Himalayan yak.
Didn’t the abominable snowman come from the Himalayas? I wonder if the abominable snowman ever saw the Himalayan yak and, if so, if the abominable snowman found the Himalayan yak abominable. You know, if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about, now would be a good time to pipe up.
Today I shall be lunching with Miss Alet Taylor, and then I shall be going to the theater at five to run a few things that I’m still nitpicking, and then we’ll do a line-through – a quick run of just lines, just to get the actors back in the mood and focused on the play. We have a group of thirty students coming tonight, and I’ve suggested we do a Q&A afterwards, if their teacher thinks it’s a good idea. I also have a few packages to ship, and I’m hoping some other packages I’m expecting will arrive.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, finish my short story, I must lock down the next short story idea and begin it, I must lunch, I must nitpick, I must watch Deceit, and I must do a plethora of other things. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite zoos, and what are the most exotic animals you’ve ever seen? What are your favorite animals in the zoo? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we contemplate the Himalayan yak and its history and mystery.