...Everybody wants a new romance. Aah, the 80's. A time I barely lived through.
So, this weekend. Hmm. Busy. NYC on Saturday. Listened to Chris' god-awful collection of 90's music on the way in. Convinced my little subgroup of Jim, Matt and Allie to get pizza for lunch, something they all thanked me for. I miss pizza made by really Italian guys, and I think it gets worse the farther away from New York you go. I've had pizza in the midwest, and it was not good, even compared to pizza in PA (no disrespect intended to Chicago-style pizza, which is a completely different animal. Can you really disrespect a pizza?)
Blithe spirit was enjoyable. I thought it started a bit slowly, but the energy picked up when Angela Lansbury came in, and then it really picked up when Christine Ebersole came around. The ending was absolutely brilliant, which makes up for the slow start. better that than the other way around.
Post-show dinner was good. A bit pricy (it's NYC, what are you gonna do?) but quite filling. Sat with Chris, and witnessed him not get carded when he ordered beer, then watched the waitress try to give his beer to both Billie Jean and me before finally finding its rightful owner. I'll be a little pissed the first time I buy alcohol and don't get carded. I've worked for 21 years to earn that right, dammit.
Sunday. Tech. Oh boy. I don't actually mind tech anymore, because I no longer have a headset on with twenty-ish people looking to me for what to do. Things went reasonably smoothly, although I feel like the addition of costumes will throw a big-ass wrinkle into everything.
Well, I suppose I should get some sleep, since I've got two plays going on and a test. Oh yeah, and something to do with Shakepeare...
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