Good morning, all! I didn't sleep as late as I thought. After I signed off last night, I went to bed and caught up on all the mail from yesterday. I don't believe I turned off the lghts until 1:30 or so.
Dinner at Lorraine's on the East side was a hoot. She's one of my favorite ladies and she make me laugh quite a lot. My friend Dennis Buck, with whom I've done several shows at the late lamented New York State Theatre Institute was her second dinner guest and it was a festive, insanely funny evening. Since Lorraine's background is Armenian, the dinner was middle eastern: cornish game hens, which were quite good, hummus, stuffed grape leaves, a dish of okra and tomatoes over brown rice , and a dessert involving blueberries and whipped cream. I'm not a huge okra fan, but the dish was quite tasty. Lorraine's got a couple of acting gigs in the air that she would not talk about for fear of jinxing them, but she finally told us the story of how she went from chorus to Leader and Tony Award nominee in ZORBA. She had been playing Fraulein Kost in CABARET and didn't want to leave the show to do ensemble in ZORBA, but a friend on the production staff advised her that it might be a good idea. And then it turned out that the lady playing the Leader had a lot of problems, Lorraine ended up playing the role at the out-of-town final dress before the opening, opened the show that night, and stayed with the part thereafter. That's a very fast summary.
DR vixmom, I don't particularly want to see FOLLIES, since my opinion of the idiot in charge is well known, but I will have to see it since my best friend and several other good friends are involved. Ron offered to pay my way to DC to see it, knowing I wasn't keen on it, and I told him that, in my current financial straits, I could use the money in much better ways than seeing the production. I no longer have that excuse, and I must admit I do want to see Ron, Danny, and Terri. They are dear people, and I wish them well. If I had lived in Manhattan in 1971, I most likely would have become a groupie of that original production, since once was not enough. I have one friend who saw the original 11 times, and I'm still jealous. Harvey Schmidt saw the original 1956 CANDIDE at least 3 times and I've never forgiven him.
BK, everyone reacts to personal crises is various and sundry matters that deal with both their damaged psyche and damaged physical state. In 2004, during my personal crises involving the collapsed bookcases, the abscess that needed two surgeries, and my crippled leg, and the situation in 2008, when the leg had me crippled again and unable to move, I was away from HHW for long periods of time.
I remember an email from you in 2004 saying something like "we miss you, get back to HHW" and I think I wrote back "when I feel like it!" There was no way my unhappiness, discomfort, physical and mental pain combined with an August heat wave and no AC made me want to be social and spend time reading posts, many of whch were often responses in a thread or outrageously funny, when one's sense of humor was sadly incapacitated.
Then, again, when I had the 2008 bed bug mess, and especially when my father died in 2007, I needed, and I'm still grateful for, the emotional support and strength this wonderful site provided. I couldn't have survived the bed bug situation, or the madness in 2009 with being crippled and dealing at the same tme with the madness of LIFE BEGINS AT 8:40, without my dear friend Jose, whom I never would have met if not for HHW.My father's cancer, treatment and death were removed a bit from their painful reality by my writing about the situation here, as though I were calling dear friends every day and telling them the current situation.
I guess, in my rambling, I'm saying that our DR edisaurus will come back when her mind's into being here, and you would be wrong to drive her off by complaining too strenuously that she isn't. I can't speak for her personal issues, but she most likely doesn't want to air them on this site, or even thonk about them, and I respect that. And I miss her, or I never would have sent her an inquiry on what was going on.
Let's get to the TOD. Since I have no mony at the moment, I'm going nowhere, except to tomorrow night's performance of DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY. I will be watching a lot of DVDs and the telly:
DVD: Duchess of Duke Street, season 2, On Borrowed Time, Love and Human Remains
CD: Le Cocarde de Mimi Pinson, Catch Me If You Can, Carousel, Promenade, Guy Haines, Liz Callaway
VCR: smut
