This morning I woke up and I felt so rested that I lay there thinking, "O God, I've slept the day away again, what a waste of a Sunday! I'll bet it's around 2p," then I sat up and looked at the clock, and it was only 9.15a!

9.15a, I say! And I was completely rested and ready to get up and face the day! I went back to sleep, of course, I mean, who gets up at that hour on the weekend? What do I care that I felt rested enough already?

I mean, I should have know that it wasn't that late, because of the absolute silence above my well-rested little head. It could have only been when they were in church.

And then last night was The Elephant Man, the show that makes me officially old, since it is the first show that I actually saw on Broadway in its original production to be revived. Admittedly, I was 14 when I saw it, but still!

Actually, though, I have been old since the revival of 42nd St opened last year, since the original of that one opened right before I moved here, and I was nominally an adult then.

We had to get to the theatre at 6.15p so as to get decent seats, so I was all dancing by the door like a golden retriever as of 5.45p, and both Cynthia and Fran were meandering slowly, getting ready at glacial speed.

"Hurry up! We are going to be late!!"
"Well, you are never on time, so we thought that we had more time!"

Which is a load of horse shit, since Cynthia is just as much of a late-nic as I am, she's just not renowned for it.

Anyway, we left the house and actually grabbed a bus rather than a van, which is 35¢ more, but the vans just were not coming, or were full or just didn't like the look of us or something, so they just sailed by. We got to the theatre more or less on time, though Tracing was not there. I traded the passes for actual tickets, then we waited for her. When she showed up, she said:

"I thought I had plenty more time because you are never on time for anything, but I forgot you were coming with other people and they would force you to be prompt!"
"I'll have you know that I was having to shove them out of the house, they were wandering around like baby ducks!"

I really would like to put a moratorium on my habitual lateness giving everyone else permission to be late, because that is such a giant rationalization. Cynthia, Fran and Tracing all have their own lateness issues, they aren't magically late because of me, but my going someplace with them gives them permission to be late--even if they were going to be late anyway, they can blame it on me in their minds.

If you are late, take responsibility for it, that's what I say, all lateness on earth doesn't revolve around me.

Anyway, we had dinner at Barrymores, because all of our friends work there. You know, except for on Sundays.

We managed to finish in time for the 7.30p show. I was going to go to the bathroom at the restaurant but whomever was in there had no intention of vacating the premises, so I thought I'd go at the theatre. When we got there, the first thing I saw were huge signs proclaiming the fact that there would be no intermission, the subtext being, "You want to pee? Pee now!" I had no intention of disobeying, to be certain.

The show was extremely good, though I preferred the more naturalistic concept of the original. This one had three set pieces that turned into different things depending on where the scene took place, and I don't remember the supertitles and the chorus of speech before each scene, I thought it was a little precious. I realize that the simplistic sets were conceptual, but sometimes they just looked cheap. And why on earth did they not have real pinheads for the pinheads? What was up with those awful bald caps? It's not as though they couldn't afford real pinheads. But I loved the performances.

Billy Crudup was just lovely as the title character, managing to be true to the character's speech and yet be understood, and the soul of the character shone through beautifully. Rupert Graves was very good as Treves, doing the best he could with that awful monologue near the end. It's almost unsayable, but he wrenched everything out of it that could be wrenched. Kate Burton was very funny and warm, and I think is the best actress I have ever seen in that role. It works better a little younger, and I really felt the friendship between them. Nice tits, too. High marks to the whole ensemble.

I don't know why I don't go to see Broadway shows more often, and I know that I say this every time I see a Broadway show, but honestly, most shows are up on the board, they aren't too expensive, I really need to get with the program.

Lenten entries missed:

Cindy got a beautiful ring for Valentine's Day, dyed her hair, wanted to kick her son's math teacher, made lasagna, and displayed pictures of her dog's nose zit.

Today's horoscope:
This is a day to seek a broader perspective than your personal home and family. Look to the future. Reach beyond yourself.

One year ago today:
It seems that I have the muscle development of a manatee.

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