The good Dr. Yurt (that's not a typo) has seconded Dr. Bessey's timeline and our Teacup is tentatively scheduled for the graft on Wednesday. That would get her home on Monday the 14th, barring all weirdness.
As all show people know, it's not over until you're in the bar afterwards lying about it, but we might just be looking at the last act.
That would put her Inside for 29 nights, 28 days.
Holy Christ on a gurney.
I'm doing my Doll House subversion tonight at Dixon Place as part of the Little Theater salon. 8 PM at 258 Bowery, down between Houston and Prince. It's billed as The Last Seven Minutes of A Doll House, timed out last night at rehearsal to closer to nine. But that's what makes it a subversion, you understand? Come on down and give Dixon Place twelve dollars if you love Nancy Walsh. If you can't make it for any reason (work, another show, you live in New Zealand, etc.) then I'll know that you don't really love Nancy Walsh and I'll tell her so.
Man, that's low, huh?
Got to fill those seats.
The MMMQ this morning was going to be all about the art and practice of the didgeridoo, but it turns out that typing "didgeridoo" is the most amusing thing about the topic and I can do that without any extra research whatsoever.
Have to manage my time these days.
So, instead, we're going to put on our powdered wigs and then our thinking caps on top of those and ponder this one:
Mozart was born in 1756.
Beethoven in 1770.
What year did Bach appear on the planet?
If you're within twenty years (Price is Right rules in effect, if you're over you lose) you get a prize. If you bull's eye it, you get a big prize.
All prizes are subject to delay in delivery, disappointment in performance and over-all operational failure.
Just like in real life.