Well... Last night was a far more respectable showing and enough to make me feel better about the impending baseball season.
In other news, I'll be doing my own rendition of "Masterpiece Theatre" this evening at the Gene Frankel Theatre
for Manhattan Comedy Collective's Big Bang
. I'll also polish off some stand up comedy gems and maybe even pierce a body part or two.
Last night I was fortunate, yet again, to do a staged reading of a new full length play by the BGH. This one, "The Gorey Guide to Gay Dating" was presented to a group of theatre folk who hopefully provided young Rob with some helpful suggestions. I went home right after the read having a sour stomach and an abnormal sense of depression for the loss of my favorite Rhoda scarf.
(Other items whose loss I'm still lamenting - my kick ass blue fuzzy Kangol Trilby hat lost at Christmas after the arduouds drive to Buffalo and the aquamarine ring that my father gave my mother the year they were engaged - it fell off my finger Easter Sunday 3 years ago at MOMA.) This one is similar but not close enough. sigh...
Thanks to Mo for sending this horrifying blurb
to my attention yesterday. As she pointed out - he is supposed to be the brighter one
. Not much consolation there, folks.
Speaking of Maureen, I'm thinking of going to glorious Harriman, NY to cheer Mo on in her second (or maybe third?) sprint triathlon
on May 21st.
In all honesty it depends how much I eat and drink at a Carney favorite - the Ninth Avenue Food Festival
! I'm already trying to figure out whether to start with pierogies as per usual or start things off a little differently. Either way, there will be beer, carbs, jewelry and bargains...
These are some of the random things that ran through my head this morning while washing my face and brushing my teeth...all while urinating. God, I love a tiny bathroom.