Thanks to Frank Martin, tickets were realized for last night's preformance at the old Music Hall (older Metropolitan) Wang cum Citi Center Theater by Mr. J. Mathis. Wonderful Wonderful.
Sister Rita's 60th Birthday extravaganza. Woohooo. She and her elder sister Theresa joined me for this lovely evening out.
The night before, Theresa had an evening out, as in Out of her mind. Fucking annoying, but how does one deal with an onbnoxious drunk in public - a sushi restaurant in Bedford? Get up and leave. We really should have. It made me wonder what kind of nightmare I was facing for the following night. Oh, it was really horiible, really really. Fucking embarassing it was. Sister T was very demure at yesterday's surprise birthday bash held at Rit's son Greg's new zillion dollar manse. Nice digs, kids... but, did I say demure? Oh yeah. So much so that she sheepishly asked if we were still going to the concert. I guess some part of my voicing great displeasure sunk in - threats! Mercy, it was mind-boggling. I so love getting stared at for other's actions in public.
Anyhow, all seemed to take care of itself and all that.
Funny to have her chime in on the take on the numbskull woman singing along at the show who was seated next to Rita. Yeah, pretty annoying, huh? Jeeesh, what if she was drunk? No, but in dire need of meds - this poor woman was hyper to the point of.. well, done and over.. leave that old trollop at the river's edge. Press on! It's a new day!
Why is my back killing me? Killing me softly. ow.
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