Well, dear readers, I am back from an opening night at the Group Rep, a play called To Grandmother’s House We Go. Doug Haverty chose the play because he saw it on Broadway, where it starred Eva La Galliene, Kim Hunter, Ruth Nelson, Sheppard Strudwick and others. He loved it and has wanted to do it ever since. It’s an interesting play (the original production was a flop, running only sixty performances) that I enjoyed. The cast was fun and it moved right along. But it really does cry out for a legendary star like Miss La Galliene or one of those grande dames. And now I am home and must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon, so To BK’s Notes We Go. Prior to the play, Barry Pearl and I supped at Dino’s. Each of us had his own small pizza – mine pepperoni, his thin crust and charred with anchovies. And we shared an antipasto salad, which was so big that we left over half of it. I wanted the propasto salad, but they were out. We don’t allow groaning here at haineshisway.com. We had fun conversation and a good time was had by all.
Yesterday was certainly Friday, I think that much we can say without fear of contradiction. I got up at one after eight hours of sleep, answered e-mails and decided not to proof the final sixty-seven pages of the book until this morning when I’m out having breakfast because that will allow me to sit in the restaurant whilst doing that and it will kill the two hours I need to kill. I then got obsessed with trying to figure out the locations of a 1940s driving video. That took two hours, but I sleuthed brilliantly and got it all, including the very week it was shot. I’m called McSleuth on that guy’s YouTube page. And then suddenly I had to quickly shave, and shower and Barry showed up a little early and we left for Dino’s Pizza.
On the way home, we stopped at a 7-11 and I got a candy bar for a sweet treat. Then I caught up on e-mails and began writing these here notes whilst listening to Charles Munch conduct Dvorak’s wonderful cello concerto.
Today, I’ll be up by eight-thirty and out of the house by nine. I’ll go have a light breakfast somewhere and I’ll finish proofing the book. I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then I’ll come home, enter all the fixes, and then get the book to proofer one. I’ll have something light to eat a little later in the afternoon, perhaps a salad of some sort or some sort of salad, not necessarily in that order. Then I have two sets of liner notes to write, which I’ll do and get them where they need to go. Once all that’s done, then I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, we have a casting session that begins at ten and goes to one. After that, I can have a nice rest of a ME day and that will be loverly. Then this week there’s a lot o’ prep work to start doing in advance of starting rehearsals for L.A. Now and Then at the end of February. I have some meetings and meals to do and getting the book to other proofers and then entering all those fixes so we can start the book design.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight-thirty and out of the house by nine, have a light breakfast, finish proofing the book, hopefully pick up some packages, come home, enter all the fixes, eat something light later in the day, write two sets of liner notes and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What unsuccessful play or film did you love? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as To BK’s Notes We Go.