Last night after the show LA and I drove down to Denver to see The Indestructible North at The Lion’s Lair. We picked Janet up on the way.

Wait: are we in Denver or Germany?

What in the world. Adam Stone seriously goes for it. In the greatest way possible. We had a fantastic  time.

Anyone who is anyone was there: covered in paint and staring at Adam’s gold sneakers. A couple was inappropriately, hardcore grinding right in front of the stage. I did not witness this, as I was sitting at the bar, but LA was appalled. Just appalled. She talked about it much of the way home. Apparently: the woman was very drunk and the man was just going for it. I wish I had seen it so that I had something else to be appalled by rather than just the regular stuff. It sounded very over the top.

This morning, there was this.

So. That was nice.

Bhanu called. I advised her to go with the red sack to avoid appearing as a hatching banana. We laughed. A hatching banana: ridiculous. What would people say?

Much to my dismay, snow is predicted for Monday and Tuesday. And not just snow: a motherfucking winter storm warning. COME ON. I am freezing at all times. Get your shit together, mother nature.

I am preparing for the arrival of one Brenda Withers, who wrote The Ding Dongs and, as you can see from her IMDb page, has appeared several times on Law & Order in a recurring role (ooooooooh!). She is coming out to see the show and teach a playwriting workshop. She has threatened to dress in old-timey western wear like the character she’s currently playing in Hartford Stage’s production of Beth Henley’s Abundance. I asked her politely not to do that. Mostly because I hate it when people upstage me.

I haven’t seen Brenda in several years. I guess I’ll buy her a beer or something. Maybe I’ll buy you one, too.