...have nothing in common. But such was Dish's Ides of April!
After reading forty verses of Virgil (NY Post Super Sudoku), I took hubby to see Billy Crudup in Harry Clarke, a play by David Cale. I know a few things: Paris is amazing, never take Calculus II, beets are inedible, and always see Billy Crudup on stage. TG and I watch so much crap, we had to indulge in something brain enriching. In a nutshell, BC does 19 characters in 90 minutes, which resembles Dish's unraveling during work deadlines. This show is a must see for anyone who loves to see crazy talent and hear a layered story. We emerged from the theater feelings like underachievers...so Gen X!
And now...back to the ugliness and scandal of the real world.
(We watched the Comey interview. It's funny, I practiced the exact same exchange with George Stephanopolous in the mirror last week).
Monday, April 16, 2018
Thursday, April 12, 2018
Small potatoes to child-bearing, Babydaddy I guess was caught cheating, but Dish finds this insignificant since Someone Who Used to Resemble Khloe knows that athletes tend to run toward the "massage" van.
Posted by Dish at 10:18 AM
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Katie and I go way back. We admired her first as the lesbian nanny who steals the wife from Dabney Coleman who is Tom Hanks's father in You've Got Mail. Nanny Maureen! The one who says All Men Lie, wisdom x infinity.
The Groom and I then went to see Sean Hayes and "Chenoweth" (as TG calls her) in Promises, Promises on Broadway. Katie stole the show even though we are drooling fans of SH and C. Katie just made a small scene huge.
Then came Bloodline, which Dish discovered during her Blue Period, plus I wanted to keep my bond with Friday Night Lights. Katie plays a long-suffering ex-wife.
Around this time, TG went to a funeral where he talked to this nice woman who seemed familiar. He said her name and I reminded him of our long history with her and how much we love her.
Isn't this, like, a novel? And it doesn't end there.
We went to see an Edward Albee play, in which she starred with Robert Sean Leonard (a godlike creature). I won't reveal the median age of the audience (83) or the Miss Havisham perfume wafting every which way. Long story long, despite being sophisticated and loving both actors, the play was just too depressing for us and we left at intermission. We figured that Katie and Sean unraveled their messed up marriage, went to places that seemed unfixable, but then made each other breakfast like always. Right?
And today I saw her again, looking like a well-put-together person and remarked on my own disheveled self. It's okay since we are best friends now and I'm a good enough person to let her be the glamorous one.
Moral of the story: Always go see her if she's in a play or movie. Worth it.
Posted by Dish at 7:20 PM