For Real This Time

I’m back. Feeling a bit overwhelmed playing catch up, so I’m still not altogether present.

But the show in Connecticut shaped up quite well. The owner of the company—in from Boca Raton—got all teary after watching it. It is such a moving story, that much of the work was done for us. I was sad to say good bye to my sweet company of actors. They were a delightful bunch and I do hope we all cross paths again.

My parents drove up to Milford on Friday night for a bit of a visit. We actually had a pretty wonderful dinner at a restaurant in the marina in Milford (Connecticut, by the way, as I think I have failed to mention). Then back to the Ho Jo where they stayed the night, a brief once through of my Ireland photos, finally to bed, then up at 6:30am to get breakfast and head into the city where they dropped me off at Port Authority for my trip back to DC. Easy ride home--quick, quick shower and change—then off to a bachelorette bar crawl along the H Street corridor.

Which went very well, I’d say. We started at Dr. Granville’s, which has worked out any of the service/logistical issues that we experienced when we went soon after its opening. The mussels and fries were divine, our waiter was helpful and prompt, and we beat the crowds by starting at 5:30. Go—but go early. Then to Martini Lounge, which was a complete hit, again nicest staff ever. And best yet: $5 martinis until 9pm. Things, ummm, got a little fuzzy after that. Literally and metaphorically. I looked at my pictures yesterday and sometime during our next stop (Palace of Wonders) my camera settings were shifted so I have a series of photos, taken, I think, without the flash on. So they are all kind of hazy looking: blurry, sort of over-exposed, as I assume my camera tried desperately to find enough light to process the image. Or something. But it kind of seems appropriate. Me and MB and a woman with bat shaped pasties. Fiona and Kate warily eyeing the woman in pasties. An image or two of a penis pen (our one bit of traditional bachelorette memorabilia—thanks to Schwartz). Did it all really happen? I think so…

We finished out the evening at Rock and Roll Hotel. Where my shoe broke. Perfect. The more resourceful types in the group helped tape my foot into it so I made it home safely, but looking only a smidge better than my shoe.

Pretty much slept the day away Sunday. A little pathetic, but necessary. The last six weeks have kind of done me in. Wonderful, wonderful: page to stage, Ireland, DC for a day, Connecticut, New York, Connecticut, New York, and finally home for a spell. But the sleep was necessary and rejuvenating.

And I love getting away because it actually makes me glad to be back. The hill looks glorious today, and I am so content to be in a city where I have myriad of dining, shopping, viewing options available for my choosing, all accessible by foot or metro. The things we start to take for granted, right?

And I look forward to catching up with friends. You hear that? So call me, do.