Last night, I went to see "Who's Life Is It, Anyway?" It was being produced at the community theater that I used to oversee, many moons ago.
A lot has changed since I was President of the group. For one thing, they're now performing in an, um...interesting space. At a gun club, to be specific. It wouldn't be bad, if the club actually silenced the guns during a performance. But they don't, and the effect is kind of hilarious. At one point in the play, which takes place in a hospital, one of the nurses remarked that the hospital overcrowded, and suddenly, we heard shots in the background. Corb turned to me and whispered, "Well, there's one solution to THAT problem," and then tried not to laugh out loud for five minutes.
Anyway, it was old home night. We went out drinking with Bev (the current President) and my buddy Kris, and I had fun stirring the shit and asking Bev whom she was voting for this Tuesday. It was Bush, of course, and it resulted in a half an hour scream fest. I also saw my buds Heather and Lauri. Marilyn was there, too, but I just cannot find it in myself to forgive her after a horrible night a few years ago that a few of you may recall when Josie and I first started falling apart. I basically ran away from home and ended up in a hotel room, but begged Marilyn for help...and didn't get much of anything.
As for the play itself? Well, it's essentially a "problem play," of the sort that George Bernard Shaw used to specialize in. Each character represents a different point of view on the subject, that sort of thing. GBS used to be accused of not putting together well-developed characters on stage, but puppets spouting his rhetoric, instead. The problem with problem plays is, that in order for them to be effective, you need to strain every hint of theatricality out of them that you can. Each characters needs to be totally believable, or else the whole play falls apart, like a house of kleenex in a rainstorm. With this show, there were a few that I felt were quite believable. But hey, it's community theater. Which means, some overacting is inevitable.
This morning, Corb and I slept in late, then went for breakfast. I cleaned this afternoon, and then worked on The Late Night Show , and then went to pick the kids up. Josie was not in the happiest of moods. I felt vaguely inarticulate, and focused on getting Ashley's butt in gear.
We took the kids to a place called The Haunted Mansion, and it was great fun. We were supposed to have gone to Annie's Spooky Acres, but they cancelled their show due to rain. Tiger and Ashley clung to my legs the whole time, and even Corb's mother grabbed me at one point. The place is very cramped, but nicely laid out. At one point, these girls in a mental institution asked me where the medication went, and I referred them to Corbie. He told them he ate them up.
After that, we went to eat at Chili's. I felt really bad, because Annie was at her grandmother's, after going bowling, and wasn't able to sleep over my place, because I got home at 11:30. I know that she was really frustrated about the whole thing. I love her a lot, and feel awful that things didn't work out tonight.
Nana has pneumonia again, but Kerrie called to say she's doing okay. I hope so. I haven't seen much of her since she's been released from the hospital.