It's Friday night and this is the most activity I will attempt tonight. It's tragic. Most Friday nights I'm too exhausted to get any take-out, it's either Chinese delivery or lots of microwave popcorn for dinner followed by spoons of peanut butter. There was a time back in the swinging 70's that I wouldn't even leave the house until this time, but that sounds so pathetic and needy to harken back to my twenties to assure you that I wasn't always this resoundingly sad and tired. But in my defense, I know those younger than me that are this haggard on a Friday night. Most are teachers, so there's that.
I think this points to a need, a need for traveling entertainment. Yes, I know there are movies galore at the touch of a button, but real live entertainment is another matter. I love the theater and concerts, the the trouble is that I have to get out of my jammies, holster up the girls and put on some shoes, not to mention deal with the hair and some make-up administered to appear less pod-like. Wouldn't it be lovely to have a small troup of singers or dancers, jugglers or actors to arrive at your home, do a little something for you, you pay them and maybe give them something to eat and send them on their way. It would have made my night to have a group of actors do a little something from Vagina Monologues or Twelth Night. Maybe a few tunes, a little Cole Porter medley, maybe something from Elvis Costello with a little Luther Vandross thrown in towards the end.
Okay Eastside Scribes, what kind of show would you like to see performed in your very own living room?
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Miss Saigon. I think we could land the heli in the dining room.
I want the Cat in the Hat to come over with his cleaning up cart.
Rachel Ray can perform her cooking show anytime in my kitchen. Preferably before 9.
I would just ask that a few people--a diverse and interesting group, probably teachers and their spouses, come to my house for games and whatnot.
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