Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to Respighi’s Church Windows with Mr. Ormandy conducting. What a performance. Doubt that there’s a better one. But let’s just get right to the meat of the notes, shall we? Not the fish of the notes or the chicken of the notes, no, we’re getting to the meat of the notes. Or, for our vegetarian friends, we’re getting to the tofu of the notes. We had us a very fun show last night with a full house and a very nice, vocal audience. The big surprise was that one of Ira Levin’s sons had flown in his family from Seattle to see the show. I didn’t know this son at all, so it was very nice to meet him. He seemed to enjoy it and was very complimentary after the show. Many other lovely comments, too. Barry and Cindy Pearl were there, and we went out after, along with Doug Haverty, to the Coral Café for a bite to eat. I had a chicken salad sandwich on white toast, but the toast never happened and it’s just weird on plain white bread. I had some onion rings with it. That was my first and only food of the day. After that, I came right home. Prior to all that, I slept for about ten and a half hours, got up, answered many e-mails, then just puttered around the home environment, then shaved and showered and them moseyed on over to the theater. We did our usual Friday night warm-up, getting back into show mode and show energy. Nothing else to really report. Oh, I could make something up, like the Randy Vicar came to the show, but he didn’t come to the show because he was too busy being randy. I suppose these will be short notes because I got to the meat of the notes and left off the appetizers, salads, soups, and desserts of the notes.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll pick up the two things I’d forgotten to take to the dry cleaners, I’ll eat something light, and then when it’s time, I’ll mosey on over to the theater to see our show. I don’t know too many people, so I may duck out early if it’s a quiet audience. We shall see.
Tomorrow, I’ll attend our almost sold-out matinee (I suspect it will be fully sold out), then I may have a bite to eat afterwards, but not at the Coral Café. Then next week I really need a super-duper modern major miracle, sooner than later, I think I’ll have a couple of meetings and meals, and then it’s weekend four of our six-week run. My goodness, how time does fly. I also have to book the May and June Kritzerland shows.
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, pick up dry cleaning, eat, then mosey on over to the theater for our show. Whether I stay for it will depend on the audience. Our Friday night sub pianist is seeing the show, so I do need to be there to meet him. Today’s topic of discussion: Flowers. What were your favorite flowers when you were growing up – I was obsessed with flowers and used to by seed packets that had pretty flower pictures on them. I never actually planted the seeds, I just liked looking at the pictures. I loved roses best of all, but also snap dragons and anything colorful that smelled good. Of course, today they use chemicals to make the flowers last long, but which remove the aroma of the flower. And that is why I don’t buy flowers anymore. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have gotten to the meat of the notes.