This man (on the left) wearing a fabulous vintage chiffon-lined Dior gold lamé gown over a silk Vera Wang empire waist tulle cocktail dress, accessorized with a 3-foot beaded peaked House of Whoville hat, and the ruby slippers Judy Garland wore in the “Wizard of Oz,” is worried that The Da Vinci Code might make the Roman Catholic Church look foolish.
Tallulah Bankhead is believed to have been at an Episcopal mass in New York City one time when an incense-bearer came walking down the aisle (it was high church — a “smells and bells” service).
She apparently reached out, grabbed him by the arm, and said, “Darling, your dress is divine, but your purse is on fire.”
I met Kevin (av8rdude) at Helios today, where he worked all afternoon, and I played. Actually, I got yesterday’s blog entry written, and sent an e-mail to a professor on some advice in case my summer course gets canceled.
I picked up Robert at his place at six, and we went to a burger joint that takes a coupon from the Entertainment Book, but when we got there, it had gone out of business.
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We went to Satisfactions in Bright Leaf Square, which also takes one of those coupons. I had the “Crash Davis” sub, and Robert had a burger. We split an order of fries.
The people sitting at the table beside us, which was the family of the owner of Morgan Imports, ordered a pizza. It was a large, and there turned out to be no room for it on the table. The server pulled up a bar stool with no back, and set the pizza on it.
We stopped in Fowlers for a little dessert afterwards, where we ended up just getting a small, overpriced Cadbury Milk Chocolate bar.
We went to Manbites Dog Theater‘s 8:15 production of Three Sisters (On Ice), which had both a good review and a bad review. I, personally, thought it was pretty funny, albeit a bit long (almost three hours).
My friend, Gregor (wild_sun), had a part in it, and it’s always fun to watch someone you know perform. Good job, Gregor!
We had a “big no ma’am ticket” sitting behind us, in the form of an exceedingly loud cackler. And, regretfully, she thought every line was a hoot.
My favorite lines were these of the sister named Olga, who is a school teacher-cum-headmistress, after realizing she has just repeated herself:
“I’ve become irrelevant.”
“I mean I’ve become redundant.”
“Oh my God. I’m losing my vocab ability.”