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September 16, 2008:

THE MEAT AND POTATOES NOTES

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Well, dear readers, I’m starting these here notes very late and now I’m all discombobulated or, at the very least, discomarnoldulated. So, I must skip all the fancy footwork and write meat and potatoes notes. Not chicken and rice notes, mind you, or even veal and string bean notes, no, I must write meat and potatoes notes because I only have ten minutes in which to write them if I want to get them posted on time, which I clearly won’t be doing because, let’s face it, my brain does not work that fast at this time of night. Well, that was quite a preface or preamble or pre-whatever. Speaking of pre-whatever, yesterday was a day in which I thought little would happen, but instead it ended up being a day in which a lot happened. For example, I got up. That happened. I then did the long jog – it’s been overcast the last five days, but today was a glorious morning and I ran with the sun on my face, which I always enjoy. I got back home, sat down at the computer, and began writing the lead article for the very first issue of our LACCTAA newsletter. By the time I finished it, it was almost 1:30. I then did some errands, picked up some packages, and then got a telephonic call from Mr. Nick Redman, saying we’d meet at three-thirty at Amoeba. I had to take a quick dip in the hot tub to sooth my aching leg muscles and back muscles, and then I toddled over to Amoeba, where I met Nick and our pal Julie. They each bought something, and after we went next door to a little jernt called Charcoal. All the food there from three to six is half-price. I ordered the Buffalo wings. They were the worst Buffalo wings I’ve ever eaten and they made me sick to my stomach and I wanted to vomit on the ground. Oh, I ate about eight of them because I was starving to death, but I should have sent them back and gotten a salad or something. A truly nauseating waste of calories, but the eight drumettes, which didn’t have enough meat on them to even be half a chicken breast, had no breading and therefore they probably didn’t do all that much damage, calorie-wise, since they were the first things I’d eaten all day, and I’d run the long jog. We had a very good time and the conversation was fun, as you might expect. After that, I got some new CDs that Nick had produced, and I gave him a Scent Of Mystery CD and a copy of Murder At The Grove. We said our goodbyes, and then I headed back to the home environment, stomach reeling from the awful drumettes. Once home, I looked at what I’d written earlier, and I did a lot of revising, moving things around, and cutting and adding. I think it’s pretty good now, but I’ll probably futz with it a few more times. I had a couple of telephonic calls, and then headed over to Gelson’s to get something to take the awful taste of those drumettes away. I got some cantaloupe balls and some red licorice. I then made two pieces of rye toast, ate the cantaloupe, and had some red licorice. After that, I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched a DVD of the Kevin Spirtas/Sean McDermott performance from Great Neck. Not professionally done, of course, but it enabled me to see what was working well and what needed strengthening before we do our October 27th engagement in LA, which will be videotaped. A lot of the show worked great, and the things that didn’t work as well were all energy related and fumfering and not being comfortable with the patter, and rushing through things way too fast. I’m going to revise a little of the patter, and we’ll be spending a week rehearsing (the week we never had) prior to the taping. After that, I began reading Meredith Willson’s But He Doesn’t Know The Territory, the story of the creation of The Music Man. He’s a droll writer, and so far the book is really fun. It’s a fairly short book and one occasionally wants more detail about the process and the endless drafts, but I’m enjoying it a lot.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because the notes are now five minutes late, so I now have to leave out the potatoes and just write the meat notes.

Today will be quite a busy day. I’ll get up early, do the long jog, do some errands, and then I have a one o’clock work session with a singer – the session itself will last an hour, and then the singer and I will meet for a beverage, and that will probably take another hour. After that, I have more errands and whatnot, a little shipping, and more writing to do. And then I’ll be supping with cousins Dee Dee and Alan at La La’s. I won’t be eating prior to that because I want any vestiges of those drumettes out of my body and taste buds. Blechhh.

I’ve been asked to go take a very, very long drive on Saturday night, to see a reading of a new musical. It’s really far, probably an hour drive, but they’ve offered to pay for gas so if I can find a companion to go with, I’ll probably attempt to do it. I won’t go alone because I won’t drive home at night alone on that long of a drive. I’d probably head out early and find somewhere fun and diet-friendly to eat. Or, that night could be my once a week splurge meal. We shall see.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, do errands, have a work session and then a beverage meeting, ship, and then sup with cousins Alan and Dee Dee. Today’s topic of discussion: Let’s talk about our worst dining experiences – we’ll call today’s topic Dining Disasters or How My Meat And Potatoes Went To Hell. Let’s hear the horror stories. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and for our vegetarians, instead of meat and potatoes, we can have kelp and potatoes.

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