So yesterday it snowed, just like they said it would!

I was startled, after the pre-Thanksgiving snow that totally didn't even think about happening, but yesterday morning I woke up, looked outside the window, and there was that snow, alright.

Just the day before, The Raccoon had given me my late birthday present, a pair of lined mittens, and boy did they come just in the nick. It was pretty cold going into the office, but pretty soon after I got there it occurred to me that I was hungry, and I went out to grab some food and discover that it had gotten a lot colder and the snow was really coming down.

I love this entry of Melissa's, because she took the words right out of my mouth. It's the Northeast! Most of the people in my office are native to the area! I'm almost certain that they have seen snow before, but they are all "There is white stuff! Falling! From the sky!! Can we go home? Will we have to live here in the office and burn the cubicles for warmth like in The Long Winter?"

Now I am a Californian to the bone, weather-wise, but when it snows I immediately become the Michigander that I was when first experienced the concept of living in snow, and an eight inch snowfall is, frankly, a few flakes and nothing to fly off the handle about, so I was walking around jeering at everyone's panic.

"It's December fifth for heaven's sake! Save some concern about the weather for later in the season, because it's only going to get worse before it gets better and you will peak too early and have no hysteria left for February!"

Then, at about 3.15p, the word went around that we were closing at 3.30p and I stopped complaining about everyone being whiny babies. If I get half a day off, whine away.

And I did leave at 3.30p, even though I got in at 11a and should have stayed until 5.30p, but they let us go at 4p on the day before Thanksgiving and I stayed until 10p, so I figure that I deserved to go.

And how long did it take me to get home in this terrible weather? Forty-five minutes, door to door. Exactly as long as it takes me normally.

And when I got home and turned on the TV, all they were talking about on the news was how terrible the commute was and how crowded the Port Authority was and argh argh white stuff falling from the sky, we are resorting to cannibalism, etc. etc.

I actually had to go back in for Le's opening night, but I was glad that I went home rather than hung around the office for four hours like I would normally. It was such a treat to be home in the afternoon, I really dug it.

So yes, at 7.15p, Cynthia and I went in, and again traffic was there not, we got there by 7.30p. We met Fran and Omar at the theatre.

The show was terrific again, so funny, so great. Ellen, Joanie, Cecilia, Gregg David, Al, Jon Oak, Ryan, they were all great. I also loved the girl playing the title character, whom I called Muckle-Mouthed Meg since I think could get a doorknob into her mouth, she could open it so wide (I told Gregg David that, and he happily started musing on when would be the best moment to tell her that I said that).

And the lead guy was played by the fellow that played my father in the Durang play where I had one line that I did in the same evening as Naomi in the Living Room. I can never remember his name, but fortunately I can call him Daddy forever and thus am off the hook unless I have to introduce him to someone. Anyway, he was great. Omar was as good as the show, frankly, he makes such faces while he's watching something that he's really into.

I don't know if I have mentioned this here before, I certainly have told every single person involved with Country Wife, but long long ago when I was 17, I played Margery, the title character, in a musical version called A Little on the Side, which was probably the worst show I have ever been in, and I have been in some dawgs.

O, so bad, so bad! One of my songs was called "I Want to Mousle and Tousle" and it pretty much went downhill from there. The original version is far far better.

Omar and I went to the bar afterwards and made the rounds telling everyone how swell they all are.

Omar is the best date, he really is. If he comes with you, he leaves with you, he's very attentive, he doesn't abandon you at the bar to go and talk to other people, but neither are you forced to only talk to him, he's so great! Of course, he walks me to the van and kisses me goodnight and leaves rather than taking take me home and fucking me rotten at the end of the night, but that's the only real drawback.

He has the most appalling haircut. After Orpheus ended, he "de-Val-ed" himself, as he put it, and the lovely pompadour and sideburns were gone gone baby, and he has this dreadful Caesar cut. All night long the actors from the show kept coming up to him and telling him how good it looked, as I rolled my eyes and made faces.

Actually, he looks great, just not as good as the more Elvis-y version of himself. A couple weeks ago, he told me that he wanted me to photograph him, and that I could even do the blood shots that I so much want to do, but when I saw that hair, I told him that it would have to wait until February or so to give that hair a chance to grow out again.

So yes, we told everyone how great they were, and many of them in turn told us how wonderful we were, and I sneaked a look at the programme before introducing Daddy to Omar, and it turns out that his name is Jesse. I'll never remember. And Jed, of all people, made a real point of telling me what a wonderful job I did with Orpheus. I think that he talked to me after the show on opening night, but I don't remember a word of it, I was so crazed.

Anyway, short day at work, nice evening out, Thursdays don't get much better than that.

Today's horoscope:
Virgo impresses all the right people. As an Earth Sign, you let your skills demonstrate your knowledge. Dip into the goodie bag and pull out whatever fits perfectly in your hands.

One year ago today:
These people are making me crazy, how hard is it to stay in character when you are trying to remember your line? Apparently, it's coal mining hard. Who knew?

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