I saw Billy Elliot at the Muny last evening. What a wonderful show this was, with moving and lyrical guitar playing from my colleague Steve Schenkel, a major star in the Billy, and an outstanding cast that brought their A-game.
I had a friend with me. He got to meet both Denny Regan, the Muny’s president, and Mike Isaacson, the Muny’s producer. ‘Tis nice to know these folks by name!
I rose at 7, and by 8 had Samson at the doggy day spa.
Breakfast was French toast with hearty bread, and some bacon.
I paid bills, and I napped. I finished unpacking, and I repacked for the trip tomorrow. I finished laundry, and I napped.
Samson came home from the spa, and he napped.
I ate for dinner some cheap tacos from the dive down the street, and we both napped.
This evening = West Side Story at the Muny, with my student Jacob Lacopo in the chorus. I’ve heard wonderfully happy things about this particular production, and I’m glad to be seeing it!
Tomorrow = Colorado, and lunch with Beej, then three shows this week at Rocky Mountain Rep in Grand Lake, way up in the mountains, all of them with Kurt Hellerich in the cast. The shows? A Chorus Line, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, and Peter Pan. I return home Thursday evening for seven last days of work before sabbatical . . . .