Poor poor pitiful me

Good idea for a song don’t you think?  Got a durn old cold so I was pretty pitiful and raggedy looking there for a couple of days but I laid low and I am almost back to normal.  I did miss out on the Edward Albee plays Thursday night but Marc called a friend so he didn’t have to go alone.  Also missed the Producer classes we came here to go to.

I did get to walk in the snow however on Wednesday and see both shows before giving in to a DayQuil/nightQuil routine.  Strangest snow storm ever.  Up to now, a thunder and lightning snow storm was the strangest from my days in DC. Literally this one all day Wednesday was a white out.  When we went to the theatre at 2 in the afternoon it was snowing so hard you couldn’t look straight ahead for the snow was blowing these big wet flakes in your face.  You had to look down at your feet and just hope you didn’t run into anyone.  People had given up on umbrellas because the wind was just turning them inside out.  We were lucky and the theatre was one short block away and one turn and most of the walk was covered by scaffolding.  Problem with wet snow flakes is they don’t stick...they melt.  So you are dodging water drops even under scaffolding.  

As for the play Parisian Woman...well I have to say it was disappointing.  I expected Uma Thurman to be the personification of elegance.  Tall and willowy and ballerina graceful.  She did a decent job delivering lines but she looked awkward a good bit of the time especially body movements related to a strong emotion.  I have liked Josh Lucas since Sweet Home Alabama so he was a plus.  Killer smile.  Phillipa Soo who did Amalie last year was adequate but the one who stole the show was Blair Brown playing an Ann Richards type in the Trump White House.  Years ago she did a TV show that unfortunately didn’t last long enough to suit me called the Days and Nights of Molly Dodd.  Maybe because I am so tired of hearing, thinking, talking about Trump that I soured on the whole play right from the start.  Can’t recommend it anyway.  Tonight was it’s last night.  Rumor has it Uma and Josh are an item so she did get that out of her Broadway experience.

Came back to the apartment for an hour and headed out again to The Lambs Club for dinner which as good fortune would have was right across the street from that nights theatre.  Two people can not eat a whole head of cauliflower as a side dish.  We might have finished half after I scraped the Parmesan off what I took.  Waiter asked if we wanted to take the rest with us....of course, now that I think about it if I said yes and got it by the bag checker at the door if I opened it just a whiff these two gigantic people right in front of us might have felt compelled to move.  But on second thought, I would have to sit there and smell it also so never mind.  It was a terrible night weather wise but I think the word was out and the theatre was maybe half full.  

Anyway, we came out of the theatre and it had stopped snowing.   Now this is 10 hours later of blinding blowing sideways snow and there’s practically nothing on the streets or sidewalks.  It was the strangest thing.  There would be maybe 3 inches on the top of a car but nothing on the ground.  We are 40 stories up in the air so I can see where it’s frosted the top of buildings and sticking around but that’s it.  Poof no shoveling needed.

Got ahead of myself.  The play we saw was Farinelli and the King...another reason for this particular trip.

Marc said it best when he leaned over at the end and said he wished the actors would just come back on stage and do it again.  We both thought it was marvelous.  Everything from the staging to the acting was perfect.  They did have on stage seating which I like but I am glad we were in the house instead.  The story is based on a piece of history about a opera singer,Farinelli, who visits a king, Philip V of Spain and uses music to try and cure severe depression.   Mark Rylance playing King Philip was the draw for us.  If you saw the BBC adaptation of Wolf Hall on PBS you too will understand what a fine actor he is.  For two plus hours you give yourself over to living in the 

18th century.  Of course, as much as we liked it the fellow across the aisle from me looked and acted bored into oblivion so I do realize it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.  Me, however, l feel blessed and won’t soon forget.

Now I have to quit.  Granddaughter and her parents arrived today and it’s up and at ‘em in the morning.