I am wearing a swishy skirt today. Because it’s spring, and as I promised yesterday, our highs today will reach the low-to-mid eighties. But because I am wearing a swishy skirt, people think I am “dressed up.” It’s one of my favorite signs of spring.
I neglected to gush about Crossing Delancey yesterday, because I was trying my hardest to not be online if I could help it. The weather made the outdoors irrestible, and I learned why we keep Charlie around:
It was so gorgeous yesterday that I couldn’t help myself. I wandered out to the backyard and the sun was calling me, so I shimmied out of my top and pants and just sprawled across the backporch. (One of the luxuries of living in a house versus apartments or duplexes is having your own yard to be nude in as you please.) I kept hearing Charlie zoom by me as I lay on my belly, and I realized that he was actually chasing wasps away from me as I slept. It was awesome.
Anyway, Crossing Delancey was a fabulous show. Caroline was AWESOME as Hannah, the 70-something matchmaker. She did fantastic things with her physicality, which is my new obsession in theatre. I’ve seen too many actresses only commit with their heads, so I’m all about watching someone wholeheartedly play a role. She was fantastic.. I watched her hands the entire time she was onstage. She even got the inappropriate patting down. 
Kevin was also great. Quite frankly, Kevin was HOTT. Yes, he plays a bit of an ass, but that made him all the more hott. He made me long to be a jewish bookstore owner. Seriously. Hott.
Anyway, a great show. Totally worth seeing, especially with a group of your closest friends. So you can all dress up and drink too much before ushering. AWESOME.
Last night, Bryan made dinner (OOOH! AND I MADE BREAD!), and then we took a looooong walk. We walked all through Five Points, and Twickenham and Old Towne and Downtown and everywhere. After almost two hours, we made our way back home, where we practiced lines with eachother.
In other words, we played a married couple last night.
Encore! Encore!
I loved Caroline too!
What kind of bread?
I started out pretty easy: a New England white bread. Which is pretty much your standard Farmhouse white without any eggs. But I did it! And the house smelled SOOOOO yummy!
I bought Michael (well, it was more for me) a bread maker for Christmas and he has been making sourdough bread, YUM! Not too great for the diet but a little piece here and there can’t hurt. =)
You make living in the downtowm-ish area sound so tasty..
Jamie, sourdough is my complete obsession. I actually have to wean myself off because I will sit and eat nothing but bread. My nickname as a child, that my parents still call me? Sardough. NO kidding.
Katie - it IS tasty. I mean, you have to be okay with certain things (street parking, weird eclectic people, lots of sirens), but I wouldn’t live anywhere else. I love it.
Um the thought of Charlie chasing wasps cracks me up. I think its because its so random. It finally has gotten not warm but HOT here. We get no spring, we just go full fledged into summer.
Oh, and I met JRB on Sunday…
um, back to ME–thanks for the kind words. That show was the WORST one, too. You know how there’s always that show where everyone f*cks up? That ones was ours. Not fishing for compliments here–just saying “aloud” what I couldn’t say to you guys in the lobby. BTW, Sarah, you really did look gorgeous. Love the new hair. Congrats on the bread!
No, I know you’re not fishing.. Kevin said the same thing. In fact, I could recite back to him all of the flubs, and he was like, “Yep. That was our off one.” Either way, we really did have a great time, and I really did think you were superb.
Now, back to fishing.. was I gorgeous? I merely thought I was mediocre, at best..
Sardough, we’ll have to make you a loaf! =)
Alas if only Jeremy was ok with all of those things… He is way to obsessed with mine and Dara’s safety to consider it. We will probably end up living around here in OCR. Oh well. On another note perhaps I should start going to see shows again.. I feel like I’m out of the loop.
Oh, I made it sound unsafe. It’s not. At all. There are characters in the neighborhood, but they’re all very tame. Just colorful is all.
We walk everywhere without flinching. (I say that, but a yorkie caught me by surprise on our walk last night and I almost wet my pants.) It’s perfectly safe.
New hair? What new hair? Why no picture to Mommeries? xxxx