Good morning, all! I'm still in shock about the possible demise of IE! I have to call my Mac Man.
DRBen, when are you seeing AFTER THE BALL? Tony Walton called me about it yesterday, but he was off to Goodspeed to work on THE BOYFRIEND, so we played phone tag.
My mellifluous tenor now has the sound quality of a brillo pad, so I'm singing everything in B-flat, but, as DRJoey said, it's so much faster to keep up with the postings if you don't sing them; there are some words you want to hold on to. If you pick up the speed, it all sounds like recitative from Mozart or Rossini, and I'd like some harpsichord accompaniment, please, Maestro!
The only real out-of-control moment I can think of happened the second year I lived in New York. I was involved with this cabaret act, Just Good Friends, and I missed a birthday party in Queens for my friend Wayne. Wayne's wife said I should come out the following night (Saturday), have the leftover pizza, leftover wine, and we'd have a second birthday party. Well, something was spoiled, and I woke up Sunday morning in Queens, knowing I had food poisoning and I had to get back to Manhattan to die in my own bed. This meant two subways: the RR from Astoria to 42nd Street and the No. 1 from 42nd Street to 79th and Broadway. On sunday mornings, the trains run infrequently so I was in agony getting back to my apartment, fearing I'd be violently ill on the train.
I got to 79th and Broadway around 10 am, walked up the steps to the street, and walked almost two blocks to 81st Street when I threw up all over the sidewalk in front of a lot of churchgoers. Food poisoning, criticism, who's to say?