Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I must awaken early for her arrival, which is all too soon. So, let me just dive into these here notes rather than just dipping my toe in. Let me just write with gay abandon and with freedom and clarity, not necessarily in that order. In other words, let’s get on with the damn notes already.
Yesterday was quite a lovely day for me personally. I got to bed quite late again, but managed to sleep over eight hours, so that was good. Once up, I did the usual things – answered e-mails, had telephonic conversations, did work on the computer but mostly relaxed and mostly mostly rested my voice.
At some point, I went and picked up a couple of packages, got an important envelope, but more importantly got an envelope that had a little miracle within. It was the last half-year’s royalty statement for The Brain from Planet X and apparently there were several productions I knew nothing about. It was, in fact, the largest royalty check we’ve received thus far. No, it won’t keep me in furs and dinners at Ruth’s Chris but it was a surprise and I love that kind of surprise. So, I went directly to the bank, where I did some banking, which is what I like to do when I go to the bank.
After that, I went and had some food – a breakfast burrito, even though it was four o’clock – that was very good. Then I came directly home. I had some ice cream for my treat, and then I listened to music and caught up on the events of the day, which wasn’t that pleasant outside of my own personal pleasant day. I had found another box of classical CDs so I pulled quite a few things from it to listen to, including the disc that is currently playing by French composer Alberic Magnard – it’s quite nice.
I was very good about not using my voice too much, so hopefully it will be in decent shape for the stumble-through, since I expect Guy Haines to be a no-show. I’m sure I did a few other things but I can’t mention them since I can’t remember what they might have been.
Today, I’ll be up early, and then I’ll go have a light and airy breakfast, do some errands and whatnot, and then come back home and set up for our stumble-through, which is earlier than usual, at one o’clock. After that’s done I’m thinking some of us will go get some food somewhere. I won’t eat much, just a little something amusing from wherever we end up. Then I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then it’s right back home to relax and rest my voice. I’ll probably watch something and I’m sure I’ll also listen to more music.
Tomorrow, I’ll relax and rest my voice until it’s time to mosey on over to Vitello’s for sound check and show. Then Monday night we begin staging A Carol Christmas. I also have one more person to cast for the November show, and I have to get everyone the piano/conductor book so they can learn their stuff and the few group numbers. The rest of the week is rehearsals, meetings, and meals.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up early, eat a light breakfast, do errands and whatnot, set up for the stumble-through, do the stumble-through, maybe go eat, and then relax and rest my voice. Today’s topic of discussion: French food used to be all the rage in Los Angeles, California all throughout the 1970s and into the 1980s. And then it wasn’t. In the 70s we had tons of French restaurants – really great jernts, and I ate at many of them, always having duck a la O’range. I was very fond of the cuisine. So, what happened? There are maybe two or three French restaurants left in LA. So, what are your favorite French foodstuffs and where have you had great French food? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy for the surprise little miracle.