Well, dear readers, sure and begorrah if today isn’t a little day we like to call St. Patrick’s Day. Yes, it’s the wearin’ of the green we’ll be doin’ here at haineshisway.com. We’ll be talkin’ in a brogue as thick as a hunk of top sirloin. We’ll be full o’ the blarney, we will, and we’ll be so Eyerish it will make you want to vomit on the ground. All our female hainsies/kimlets will be fair Colleens, and all our male hainsies/kimlets will be Seans, and all our male/female hainsies/kimlets will be in therapy. Watch out for the wee leprechauns, too, for they may just be hidin’ a pot o’ gold. We’ll all sing Look To The Rainbow and How Are Things In Glocca Mora. In short, it’s St. Patrick’s Day and we will be celebratin’ until the wee small hours of the mornin’. Speakin’ o’ the mornin’, yesterday was a day that had many hours in it, twenty-four of them, to be exact. I got up in the mornin’, answered some e-mails, and then had a two-hour work session with Miss Merissa Haddad. After that, I went and did some errands and picked up some mail, and then I buckled down Winsocki and wrote a page, after which, I jogged. After that, I wrote a little over two pages more, then called it a day. One of these days I’m going to call it an it and it will be very happy. I then toddled off to LACC to see a play.
Last night, I attended the opening night of National Pastime, a new play about Jackie Robinson that the Theatre Academy produced in association with the Jackie Robinson Society. There were family members in attendance and it was quite a festive opening night. I can’t say that the play is brilliant – it’s got structural problems, there’s too much narration, where we’re given a lot of information, and it would be better if some of that were actually dramatized. Drama becomes inert when people are just relating things over and over. It’s also a half-hour too long – the play runs a little over two-and-a-half hours and could use some prudent pruning. The subject matter is certainly interesting, and there are some good scenes in the play. The production was fine, and the students did very well (the play also has two faculty members in it, along with one alum). And I was very proud of The Brain himself, Egbert Bernard, who made a fine Jackie Robinson.
After the play, I joined Miss Adriana Patti and her mother at Genghis Cohen where we ate lots of excellent foodstuffs, and had a good deal of fun.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because sure and begorrah I’ve got to bet my beauty sleep so that I’ll be alive and alert for the wearin’ o’ the green.
Aside from being quite Eyerish, today is a day that I have to myself. I may or may not be going out tonight, but the day is mine and I intend to do at least three to five pages and get close to finishing the current chapter. I’ll probably do a few errands, too, but mostly I’ll be wearin’ the green and perhaps even watching The Quiet Man.
Tomorrow will be another ME day, although I will have to write, print out the new fifty pages, and get them to muse Margaret. And Monday night, I think I’ll be dining with Mr. Cason Murphy and his ever-lovin’ Heather. That will be lovelier than lovely.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, wear the green, talk in a brogue as thick as a chunk of Brie, and perhaps find a pot o’ gold. Today’s topic of discussion: What is the most interesting thing you’ve ever done on St. Patrick’s Day. If that doesn’t apply, then what is the best and/or most exciting baseball game you ever saw? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as we retire to the land of Erin and shamrocks and corned beef and cabbage.