Good morning, all! I had a wonderful dinner with Rob Berman at the Film Center Cafe. We met at 6:15 and the ambience of the place was wonderful. At some point around 6:30 or 7, they lowered the lights in the romm and turned up the volume of the recorded sound, which was quite unseemly and rude to the diners trying to converse. We also had an over-perky waitress who kept popping up like the proverbial bad penny to ask if things were okay. I wanted to slug her.
I got home to discover that the hot water faucet in my bathrom sink is broken. I was able to turn off the hot water before the sink flooded, but now I need a plumber. Until this is resolved the hot water in my apartment is turned off and I am not happy at all about the situation. Filling a bathtub in fits and spurts is not my idea of a fun way to awake in the morning.
First thing, dealing with the super, next thing, dealing with the party thrower David Monn to learn why after five weeks the copyists and I still haven't been paid for the Plaza Hotel gig.
TOD:
Schwartz: Fathers and Sons, West End Avenue
Alan Menken: All of "Little Shop of Horrors," Santa Fe