Back from dinner and the reading. I went to Hugo's in West Hollywood, since it's just two blocks from the theater. What a difference, Hugo's-wise. Courteous, no waiting, no trendy Studio City buttwipes, and much, much better food. I had the pasta papa - it was great, and I made sure that the pasta part was absolutely dry - no oil, no butter, just the scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon bits, and scallions heaped over the pasta. So, I think even though it was really filling, it was the right thing to eat. Also had a small Caesar salad - it, too was very good.
The reading was fine. Our most recent Joyce in the Brain directed it, and kept things moving along. The piece itself is too slight, too unfocused, with no drama, no character to latch on to, etc.
