Friday, December 24, 2004
Cloudy and cold
I hope everyone has a peaceful, joyful and abundant holiday.
On a slightly sour note, the local meteorologists can bite me. They claimed it would be rainy and mild yesterday, that it would be warm today and cold and clear for Christmas Day.
By the time I got in to the city yesterday, it was raining sideways with howling winds and a rapidly dropping temperature. I did my drop-off at Rent, walked the 20+ blocks up Ninth Avenue to Lincoln Center to do another drop-off at The Rivals, and then headed back down to do yet another drop-off at Mamma Mia. I was so soaked by the time I finally got to Wicked that I could wring water out of my clothes. And this is in waterproof gear with an umbrella. And today, it’s very cold. And, looking out the window right now, it looks like snow. Just stuck my head out the window and inhaled. It smells like snow, too. So much for meteorologists. They should only get paid when they’re right.
I was sad to see that one of my favorite restaurants, Martini’s, on 53rd and 7th, has been gutted. Since it was so close to the Broadway Theatre on 53rd, we often went there after Saigon. I’ve been to some great parties and had some good dates there.
I grabbed some Chinese food, handed out the last of the gifts at Wicked, and read over the notes. The notes hadn’t been updated and were basically irrelevant to the actors now doing the roles. Fortunately, the guy who was supposed to fill in that track, who had to fill in in the men’s ensemble instead, had his notes – he recently did this track. So he lent me his notes and I helped him with the sewing he planned to do upstairs, but couldn’t doing the ensemble track.
It all worked out. I enjoyed being with everyone. Everyone was delirious with exhaustion and holiday hype. After all, they performed 13 shows without a break. They’ll have today off, then do another 10 in a row before having New Year’s Eve off.
A regular show week consists of 8 shows, but around the holidays, it always gets nuts.
Cashed my check, managed to catch my train and was home around 1 AM. Then, of course, I couldn’t sleep and puttered around getting things ready for today.
Up early. Friends are stopping by semi-unexpectedly today – only I don’t know what time they plan to arrive, which sort of throws things into a tizzy. Last minute grocery shopping, dropped the cake off to my mechanic, picked up the last minute stocking stuffers. Wrapped everything.
Fixed a nice batch of devilled eggs – based on the recipe from The New Basics Cookbook, but, of course with a few changes. I love that cookbook. My copy is in storage, and I just may have to go out and buy another copy. I kept taking it out of the library until they wouldn’t let me anymore.
I have another lemon sponge cake in the oven, in preparation for the guests. I wanted to do a filling of raspberry, but I seem to be out of anything remotely connected to raspberries. I don’t think strawberry, apricot, or blackberry will work with lemon – maybe the blackberry, but I don’t want to risk it with guests coming. So I’ll settle for a basic chocolate filling/frosting spread instead. I have plenty of cheeses and crackers and the devilled eggs, and an assortment of beverages, so I think we’re covered.
They’re not staying for dinner, but I wish I knew when to expect them so I could figure out when to put in the pork roast for our dinner. Whenever they say they’ll be here, I have to add at least three hours anyway. They’re never on time and it drives me nuts. Okay, so it’s a short drive, but still . . .
We always do the present-opening on Christmas Eve and then the stockings on Christmas Day. That’s why I always go on and on about stocking stuffers. The stockings are a big deal, because they are the focus of Christmas morning. Planning what I’m going to do for the stockings is one of my favorite preparations.
I’m tired of the grinches who try to ruin people’s belief in Santa Claus. Although our image is based on the Coca Cola ads from earlier in the 20th century, the St. Nicholas archetype has been around for hundreds of years. Over the years, as my godchildren come to me in tears because someone told them Santa doesn’t exist, my response is: “Of course Santa exists. Santa is the personification of the spirit of giving. We’re all Santa in some form or another. The guy in the sled flying over the globe is simply the energy of generosity spreading across the earth.”
So, there! :)
Have some work to do on Tapestry while I wait for the guests. The place is straightened up to receive them. It’s just a case of stashing some files in another room and lighting the candles and incense when they show up.
I hope everyone has a great day!
Back to the writing.