Haines His Way

Monday morning greetings!  This week I have NO daytime commitments on my calendar - let the puttering begin!

I had a text when I got home, and had to give my regrets --

I don't think anyone I know is involved in whatever theeder it is, but someone's MD/pianist for a holiday show in Westchester County was in a car accident and is presently unable to play. And their show is this weekend. Of course we have two more weekends of our own show, and I can only hope they find someone fast, since their dress rehearsals are, like, tonight through Thursday. What a horrible situation. Unthinkable. I wish them (and the unfortunate person) the best.

In honor of BK’s mention of Paul Anka.

https://youtu.be/ypWklN5QP3s

The staging is odd. There’s no chemistry between the singers. They never look at each other. Their voices, though, make it worthwhile.

The par-tay at the director's house was great. It was the kind of cast party you want to have. With but six adults in the show, all of them wonderful people who have known each other for years, and most of whom have great taste and abilities in the foodstuffs department, we had a remarkably good time.

But boy, was I exhausted on finally getting home. I think I felt exhausted even while sleeping through the night. Hell's Bells, I was as tired as Lili Von Shtupp, though for different reasons.

I’m sitting in parking lot of the school waiting for some new assignments for the day.

Fingers crossed.

TOD

It was probably when I saw The First Nudie Musical -- because, in the decade that we like to call the 1970s, I just happened to be watching very little TV.

And you got dressed up and everything.

How utterly annoying, DR John G.

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