Well, dear readers, I am stuffed to the gills with stuffing and turkey and stuffing and turkey and mashed potatoes and yams and stuffing and cranberry sauce and biscuits and butter and green beans and salad and pumpkin pie and stuffing. Yes, I, BK, ate all of the foodstuffs above and am now paying the price ($3.46). I must say I loved 99% of my Thanksgiving Day. I slept until nine-twenty, got up, was lazy, then did the long jog, which I NEEDED to do. Then I dealt with the 1% of the day I didn’t love, which, naturally, involved some e-mails regarding the long musical. I must say I am getting to the point where I’m beginning to question whether it’s worth my while to stay involved. But I’ve done so much dramaturgy with this show and I’ve contributed a lot of ideas, and so to bow out before actually getting the thing on its feet seems wrong, especially after eight months of work. We shall see how things transpire in the next few weeks, but with all the Kritzerland work, plus the upcoming Nudie Musical staged reading in New York, plus my starting a new book in about five weeks, I’m just going to have to have things work a certain way. In any case, I was not thrilled to have to even respond to e-mails like that on Thanksgiving. Once the 1% was dealt with, then I went back to relaxing and being lazy. I even sat in the Jacuzzi, which I hadn’t done in ages. Finally, I got myself spruced up and then toddled off to Mr. Barry Pearl and his ever-lovin’ Cindy’s home environment for a Thanksgiving dinner. The freeway was outrageous – bumper-to-bumper traffic. Apparently someone forgot to tell these people that it was Thanksgiving, not rush hour. I remember a time (like two years ago) when there were no cars on the freeway because, you know, people were home cooking and having a Thanksgiving meal. Now everyone apparently gets in their cars and goes elsewhere. I got off the freeway after a mile and took surface streets – there was no traffic on the surface streets.
I arrived, and met some people I didn’t know and said hey to some I did know, such as Mr. Barry Pearl, his ever-lovin’ Cindy, Barry’s friend Kenny and a fellow named Robert Phelps – I’d seen Robert at the Nudie reading last June, where he reminded me that in his real estate days he sold a house I owned back in 1982. I met a nice gal named Monique and several others whose names are escaping me in my turkey and stuffing haze. We all sat around and had nice conversation and at around six we all sat down and ate. Cindy prepared a fantastic meal – everything was quite yummilicious and everyone ate scads of foodstuffs. The dinner conversation got a little political and some very amusing things were said. It was like a Jewish political vaudeville show. Barry and Cindy were perfectly perfect hosts and I had a swellegant time. I left about nine o’clock and got on the freeway and the traffic was once again hideous. This time I toughed it out and I was home about twenty minutes later. Once home, I put on a CD, and then sat at my computer like so much fish.
Ah, much better. I have put on my sleeping attire and now I feel much more comfortable. I even feel like doing the Lambada (The Forbidden Dance), but I shan’t. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I can barely keep my eyelids open and with closed lids it is not easy to write these here notes.
Have I mentioned that I’m stuffed? Today, I shall do some sort of jog, I shall finally finish liner notes, I shall do some errands and whatnot, and that’s about it. I was really hoping to do nothing, but I do have to finish the liners and do have to do a few errands.
But tomorrow and Sunday are mine all mine and they can’t take that away from me. Should they try I shall do the Lambada (The Forbidden Dance) and that will teach them. Then there is much to be done next week, what with meetings and meals, announcing the new Kritzerland title, prepping the release that follows it one week later, and, of course, paying the endless Kritzerland bills.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, I must do errands and whatnot, I must ship three packages, I must finish liner notes, and I must eat something amusing. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – CD, a bunch of outré soundtracks on the Digitmovies label – the producer of them sent me a whole batch of their stuff. He’s a really nice guy – he found me on Facebook and we’ve had a nice correspondence. Blu-Ray, den it’s Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, bedroom it’s The Shining. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland and hopefully awaken unstuffed.