Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Sang a Mozart duet with Becca at the Chancellor’s Residence Preservation Society’s “Italian Garden Party”—aka, how to raise $100,000 to fix up your own house. I was prepared for gratuitous hobnobbing and mingling after being warned of what a “little get-together” for these people usually entails by Craiger—who regularly did things like this with FAWCM.

Many expensive and exotic birds about, including one woman (while dressed to the nines, make-up applied with a paint roller and all, double fisting a wine glass + a program) told us: I would applaud, but I don’t a free hand. [Insert Phyllis Diller laugh, head tilted back 90۫)


Later we ran into her and she said in passing (still holding the Chardonnay aloft as a liberty torch of sorts): “Went to the Peking opera last weekend. It was horrible. Never go.”

Absolutely fabulous.

All in all, fun (if insincere) atmosphere for performing—and amazing food.


Wore my glasses to work tonight, and when leaving Tucker, I scraped a university van parked all of about 4 inches to my right. Got out and explained to the guy that I “can’t see a fucking thing with these goddamn glasses on”. He seemed very nonchalant and reassured me he could care less about a scratch.

While not hitting parked cars today I, in short:
1) Went to work
2) tutored
3) practiced
4) had Die Zauberflöte rehearsal
5) Went to class
6) made a marinated artichoke heart, calamari olive, tomato, feta, red onion, evo, and lemon basil (picked from my front porch, thank you very much) salad to go with my roast beef and tahini-dijon sandwich tomorrow.


"the" Mrs. Astor said...

Hmmm; an Italian Garden Party seems like a good ploy. It would free up lots of cash to spend on booze and boys and, at the same time, show my relentless devotion to The Arts.

P.S. I was that woman.

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

your own, personal copy:


Ed Grow said...

Butcha ahh, Blanche, ya ahhh. Love.

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

Don't cha love the way she rolls her eyes just before she delivers that famous line?

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

Ed if I don't get a response of some sort (look at the new email address), I will send the police to the beach to find what she (Craiger) did to you.