April 21, 2009

Seattle Cold Readers and Three Two One

Last Thursday night, the Seattle Cold Readers did a reading from "THREE-TWO-ONE" a screenplay by Gail Moss. So what's it about? Well...

It's Sex in the City meets Weight Watchers... kinda! A girlfriend comedy about three friends (two women and a "man") and their martini hampered efforts to lose weight, understand men, find THE dress, and overcome parents and salesgirls to get Emma and Logan down the aisle. Emma an extra curvy redhead, with a little help from her friends; Gwynne a snarky semi-drag queen and Mandy a philosophical dumb blond, is the glue that holds this trio together.

The actors performed an abridged version, twenty minutes in length, that focused on only one aspect of the screenplay, buying a wedding dress. For a look at their work check out all three parts at http://www.youtube.com/moviesbymoss

Full credits can be seen at the end of part 3.

Lemon Part 8

Our time in Seattle is drawing to a close, flights are booked for May 2nd, and the time is up for the lemon. However, this has gone on so long I am determined that the lemon shall make it home and be buried under the tree from whence it came.

All this depends on me being able to keep Wayne from pitching it. The other day at the store he tried to buy me a new lemon, he said it could be the body double.

April 13, 2009

If You Can't See the Play Buy the Book

Bagley Wright Theatre, at the Seattle Rep. presents:

Wishful Drinking

created and performed by
Carrie Fisher

directed by Tony Taccone
April 2 – May 3, 2009

Seeing Carrie Fisher's one woman show has been one of the highlights of our time here in Seattle. Her sense of humor and comic timing had me laughing, snorting, jiggling, elbowing Wayne, dabbing mascara, slapping my knee and wanting more.

You know, for self proclaimed white trash, with ties to hollywood inbreeding, (sort of) Ms. Fisher is a pretty sharp cookie. You've got to be smart to be that funny, and you've got to be funny to go through what she has and come out the other end in one piece. But I'll let her tell you about that, so if you can't get to the show, check out the book Wishful Drinking, it's good stuff.

April 8, 2009

Opening Night This Friday...

My friends at Valley Community Players present:


A Farce by A. R. Gurney
(April 10 - April 26, 2009)

Greg and Kate have moved to Manhattan after twenty-two years of child raising in the suburbs. Greg’s career is winding down while Kate’s career begins to offer her more opportunities. Greg brings home a dog he found in the park (the dog really finds Greg) with only the name Sylvia on the dog tag. She’s street smart (Sylvia – not Kate) and she quickly becomes a bone of contention between Greg and Kate. To Kate, Sylvia becomes a rival for affection. And Sylvia thinks Kate just doesn’t understand the relationship between a man and his dog. Come see this audience pleaser.

Friday/Saturday (8:00 p.m) 4/10-11, 4/17-18, 4/24-25
Thursday (7:30 p.m.) 4/16
Sunday (2:00 p.m.) 4/26

Call the VCP Office at 425-226-5190 for further information and ticket purchase.

April 1, 2009


While having drinks at Il Bistro with our new pal Rick the bartender, I had some observations, make that rum soaked revelations, on how things taste.

Wayne ordered some very high-end single-malt scotch. I was undecided so I said make it two. I know I don’t like scotch but apparently I find the good stuff particularly offensive. This $13 glass of hooch tasted more like hind end than high-end to this girl.

“Do they filter this through a pig’s ass that has been rolling in the mud?” I mused.

But Wayne loved it. He conversed with Rick on how long it was aged in peat smoked barrels, and how it reminded him of another dirt flavored spirit he previously enjoyed at The Rose & Crown Pub in Epcot. (Dirt flavored may be more my words than his; I can’t remember.)

So I drank some water and ordered a rum and diet.

The water: The water here in Seattle tastes great to me; unfiltered right out of the tap. Keep in mind I most recently come from a small town in central Florida. The town is starting to get big city, last year we got a Wal-Mart, but there is still not a lot going on unless you drive to Orlando or Daytona. Anyway, the water there, and most of Florida as far as I can tell, tastes like sea shells and alligator piss.

The rum and diet: It didn’t taste right so the next round I ordered a Bacardi and diet. Rick said the first one was Barcardi. Note to self… Limes taste better in Florida.

I don’t know?

Wayne has a much more sophisticated palate than I. That may be why he is always watching the food network looking for new way to prepare meals. Yeah that’s it; nothing to do with the chefs like Giada De Laurentiis.

I told him once, “I don’t what you see in that Gelato chick.”

“Her name is Giada, not gelato,” he protested, “but I bet she is kind of velvety on the tongue.”

Whatever! Can’t we just watch Paula Deen?