It's a little late, but Fiorella wants to register her revue of the Georgetown Palace's production of The Will Rogers Follies: it was a loser. Despite the fact that the mikes were turned up so loud she spent most of the time with fingers in one or both ears, Fiorella had so much trouble staying awake during the first act that she left at intermission.
The singers were great, the actors were great, the dancers were great (thank you, Jessee Smart), the costumes and scenery were great, and the children's scene was delightful, but the play was b-o-r-i-n-g. The jokes fell flat and having Flo Ziegfield booming from the back of the theater as an invisible speaker a la A Chorus Line didn't work.
What Fiorella expected was resuscitated Vaudeville routines knit together by the character of Will Rogers, not a weak rip-off of The Buddy Holly Story.
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Sunday, August 4, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Hurry, Hurry, Hurry
Too much to do, too little time in which to do it.
Fiorella's been working every minute since she got home from the conference, not even pausing to watch Big Bang, and she had a minor breakdown last night when she learned the joint birthday celebration she and daughter had planned would have to be rescheduled, which means that Fio will miss Friend Ashley's one-year-old's birthday party. Fio has already missed last Sunday's dog training session and the Palace Theater's production of the Will Rogers Follies because she was thinking the writers' conference ended on Friday rather than Saturday, and she has to work out a medical appointment conflict. In the meantime, she's supposed to be gathering documentation for a lawsuit and figuring out how to pre-publicize her book and writing, writing, writing.
At least, although it took hours to pull the separate chapters together and format them, Fio got two of her other oeuvres off to the divine Liza. And she's caught up on the newspapers. And she's unpacked and done her laundry. And she made it to the pre-set meeting with Friend Joan in south Austin. And she wrote out her biography for the Georgetown Library writing classes she rashly agreed to teach.
And despite not having any Neosporin with her in Atlanta, her wounds are healing well, even the emotional ones.
Fiorella's been working every minute since she got home from the conference, not even pausing to watch Big Bang, and she had a minor breakdown last night when she learned the joint birthday celebration she and daughter had planned would have to be rescheduled, which means that Fio will miss Friend Ashley's one-year-old's birthday party. Fio has already missed last Sunday's dog training session and the Palace Theater's production of the Will Rogers Follies because she was thinking the writers' conference ended on Friday rather than Saturday, and she has to work out a medical appointment conflict. In the meantime, she's supposed to be gathering documentation for a lawsuit and figuring out how to pre-publicize her book and writing, writing, writing.
At least, although it took hours to pull the separate chapters together and format them, Fio got two of her other oeuvres off to the divine Liza. And she's caught up on the newspapers. And she's unpacked and done her laundry. And she made it to the pre-set meeting with Friend Joan in south Austin. And she wrote out her biography for the Georgetown Library writing classes she rashly agreed to teach.
And despite not having any Neosporin with her in Atlanta, her wounds are healing well, even the emotional ones.
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