Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, stuffed to the fish gills with pepperoni pizza – not only pepperoni pizza, but Dino’s pepperoni pizza, the best in Los Angeles, if you ask me. I am also listening to the seventh symphony of Antonin Dvorak – I only really knew the ninth, but I’m enjoying the seventh and it makes me want to seek out the others, which I may very well do. Pizza and Dvorak. That’s the title of my next novel.
Yesterday was a day, I think we can at least say that, can we not? I got about six hours of sleep, got up, ascertained that there was no new news about the Gerrit video, and ascertained that the Indiegogo funds had not been sent to us. I think we now need the strongest most excellent vibes and xylophones for Indiegogo to get us our funds and for the Gerrit video to get to us. I answered e-mails, had telephonic conversations, and then I got back into bed and slept an additional hour.
Once back up, I did some work at the piano and then on the computer. I’m not even sure I listened to any music. Then I shaved and showered and got myself looking sharp and spruce, spruce being a good thing for both Bruce and the Goose. Then I moseyed on over to the mail place and picked up one package and no interesting mail. Then I moseyed on over to the Group Rep and we had our first casting session for The Man Who Came to Dinner. Even though it was seven hours on the books, it ended up being only five-and-a-half hours, which was just right.
We saw some good candidates for some but not all the roles, but we have more people coming today – I mean, a larger number of people. We have a lot of different types, so that’s always good, I think. I must say, the dialogue of the play really does sparkle. After, I decided who of the first group would be called back and for which role.
Then we went over to Dino’s and ate a whole lot o’ pepperoni pizza. Their slices are on the small side, so that’s good, but I do think we all ate five or six slices. I’m still quite full these many hours later. Then I came home.
Once home, I caught up on e-mails, listened to Kostelanetz play light music of Shostakovich, and yes, he did write some light music. Then I did some work at the piano, on the computer, and the next thing I knew it was time to write these here notes.
Today, I can sleep in, then I’ll do the usual morning stuff, and hope for a very pleasant and happy day filled with pleasant and happy things. Don’t forget the strongest most excellent vibes and xylophones – we need ‘em. Then I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, eat, and then we have our second casting session, beginning at three-thirty and ending around eight-thirty. I’m sure we’ll grab a bite after, so I’ll keep my luncheon very light.
Tomorrow, I’m praying we can get this video thing squared away, at long last, then I have a lot o’ stuff to do – prepping the next releases, working at the piano, writing, and choosing the What Ifs for our little two-night Group Rep benefit presentation of that revue on its fifteenth anniversary – can you even believe that? I can’t. I’m not certain what the weekend holds, but hopefully some relaxation, fun, and relaxation, not necessarily in that order.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in a bit, do morning stuff, hope for a very pleasant and happy day, eat something very light, hopefully pick up some packages, have our second casting session, and then sup. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall undoubtedly dream of pizza and Dvorak.