Well, dear readers, I suppose it is time to write some notes. To think that I’ve been saying that same thing for the past twenty-four years every night at midnight is a pretty astonishing astonishment. What if, for my next book, I simply print out all the BK’s Notes? That would be most amusing, since it would be over 10,000 pages long, if not more. Don’t worry, I won’t. I have occasionally thought about publishing all the One from Column A notes I did under the moniker of The Real A, as there’s lots of interesting and fun stuff and it wouldn’t be quite so unwieldy. Maybe six or seven hundred pages? Perhaps I should publish a book of Tales of The Randy Vicar. Of course, I’d have to write the actual tales but that might be fun. Certainly, we have many fine tale titles. What do you think? We could even include the classic The Randy Vicar and the Ball Peen Hammer, which, as you might recall from back in 2018, I turned into an American opera that’s never been heard, not even by me. You really want to know how influential this here site is – get a load of this 2021 song on the Tube of You.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzJNoseqi4
Yes, someone has appropriated yet another haineshisway.com exclusive content item – appropriated it without acknowledgment. Do we think it’s just a coincidence? I don’t think so. Damn them, damn them all to HELL. Otherwise, yesterday was okay. I got eight hours of sleep, shaved and showered, and then moseyed on over to the home environment of the Pearls. Then Barry Pearl and I began our journey to Long Beach in his spiffy new Hybrid car. There was some iffy traffic early on, but then it cleared up. It still took quite a while to get there. Barry’s worked at the theater, so everyone knew him and two of the cast members in the show we were about to see, did shows he directed. The show we saw was a musical entitled Desperate Measures, a loose adaptation of Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure, this adaptation being set in the old west. Small cast show with a three-piece band. This was the LA premiere, but this show has been around for almost twenty years, first done at NYMF the year prior to us bringing The Brain from Planet X to NYMF. It then had a couple of regional productions and finally made it to off-Broadway in 2018 at the York Theater. It got very good reviews there and in its move to New World Stages, where it ran for a few months. Some of our very own dear readers saw it and loved it. And so far, the critics here love it, too. Cast was very good. Barry said hi to the two actors he knew, and we met the stage manager, who he’d done a show with. She knew who I was and was very kind to say he’s heard nice things about me for years.
Then we moseyed on over to the Outback Steakhouse. First of all, this area of Long Beach, which used to be most famous for the Pike amusement park (an even seedier version of Ocean Park Pier where my grandparents lived), is unrecognizable. The Darling Daughter and I used to go to downtown Long Beach every now and then to visit some really nice used bookstores. Every single building on every single block was systematically torn down and replaced by high-rise new buildings. In other words, whatever actual character Long Beach had is now gone with the wind. Anyway, we both had the filet – Barry’s medium rare and mine medium well. Starter was a good dinner salad. Then the steak and baked potato arrived. I cut into my steak and was surprised that I didn’t hear a squeal from the cow – THAT is how rare this thing was. And Barry’s was even rarer. Mine went back and while certainly more well done on the surface, it was still pretty rare inside. They should do what the Smokehouse does with medium well and well done – butterfly the steak – works perfectly. It was certainly a good cut of meat, and the baked potato, which I only ate half of, was fine. After that, we headed back to Barry’s house. About halfway there, things slowed to a crawl thanks to what looked like a not very pleasant accident – fire trucks, cop cars, tow trucks – but once past that it was easy sailing.
Then I drove home, answered e-mails, and that was the day and evening’s adventure. I didn’t get home until almost nine. Oh, and the results of one of the CAT scans came back – nothing wrong at all, a perfect scan. I don’t think it had both, so hopefully the other will arrive shortly and hopefully it will also be uneventful and fine.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll prep for tomorrow night’s rehearsal, but mostly it will be a ME day of ME things. Of course, I’ll eat something amusing and light, and then watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, we’re back rehearsing and the hope is to get everything that’s scheduled done and put the gal who’s been out of town for ten days into the show. I’m told she knows everything, but it’s different when you’re actually doing it with a full cast. Wednesday is more of the same and hopefully blocking the final scene and finale. Thursday is for doing anything that hasn’t been done and then running all the big group stuff and maybe some scenes, too. Friday is off and, astonishingly, Saturday is a new month – how did THAT happen? We’ll begin assembling the show and see how far we get – although we MUST get through all of act one.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, prep, have a ME day, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite steak experiences, both at home and out. What cut do you like, do you like Ruth’s Chris, do you like sauces, like a Bearnaise sauce, on your steaks. All things steaks. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall ponder publishing The Bedside Companion of The Randy Vicar Tales.