Dr. Kingsley used to joke, in his own inimitable way, that if you were ever doing Shakespeare and forgot your line, you could get away with saying: "There will be more of this anon."
One time, jamming with my cover band, Fish Relics www.myspace.com/fishrelics as we were about to take a band break, I actually said "There will be more Fish Relics anon."
Brian Jr. is playing his tenor sax in the orchestra in a community theater production of "Hello, Dolly!" that's now running. Ecch, I forgot how hellish tech week was for musicals!!! A five-hour tech rehearsal on a Sunday was followed by 7-10 p.m. on three consecutive school nights. It's a miracle he didn't fall asleep on the bus going to school.
I don't know what's gotten into me in my old age. I find myself feeling great disdain toward the lead actors in this show. People, why the primadonna standoffish act? It's friggin' community theater! Get a grip!!
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Circa 1986
We spent too much time in Memorial Auditorium. We flung ketchup packets onto the ceiling in Kriner Diner. Diffy's fries were the only cure for hangovers.
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Wasn't it just yesterday that Connie pantsed, or rather 'shortsed' Ross in Kriner Diner? So where did all these grey hairs come from and why is there a minivan in my garage?
We may eat better now. We certainly drink better beer. Who notices receding hairlines and proceeding stomachs. We are still Masquers. Everytime we converge again, sometimes not seeing each other for years, all those mortage payments and incompetent bosses slip away.
We remember watching the sun come up over The Wall. We discuss the McMansioning of America. The past makes us who we are, but we don't need to live in it.
We may eat better now. We certainly drink better beer. Who notices receding hairlines and proceeding stomachs. We are still Masquers. Everytime we converge again, sometimes not seeing each other for years, all those mortage payments and incompetent bosses slip away.
We remember watching the sun come up over The Wall. We discuss the McMansioning of America. The past makes us who we are, but we don't need to live in it.
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