For the FIRST TIME EVER I arrived LATE for the THEATER!
The house staff at the Geary were gracious and accommodating. I feel as if they expected I would want to be seated immediately in my normal seat, whether there was a scene on stage or not . I was gracefully eased from Standing Room into a nearby aisle seat, and then once I became comfortable with the length of the scene changes, I slithered into home with no fuss.
The show, "4000 Miles" by Amy Herzog in it's West Coast Premiere at the American Conservatory Theater, under the direction of Mark Rucker, is a delightful inter-generational tragi-comedy. A final, extra performance will be played this Sunday, February 10 at 7pm.
I was taking my usual walk up Powell to California, where I turned left and continued to the top of Nob Hill. I like to take a stroll around Huntington Park after dinner, and then descend Taylor to Geary for an evening at ACT. It was just an hour after sunset, and the light was low and lovely.
Usually there are dogs in the park, and I like to say "hello" to them on my way through.
Tonight there was an adorable Boston Terrier and a Shih Tzu playing "chase me" around and around a mud puddle. The Shih Tzu's mom, an attactive young woman, dressed to the nines, was standing IN the mud puddle. Every time the dogs circled around her and dove into the mud, she stomped her boots and squealed, waving her arms.
I pointed out that she was setting a horrible example for the dogs, who must have thought she was playing in the mud with them.
The Boston Terrier's father, a young gay, laughed and acknowledged that HIS dog would need a quick once-over with a damp paper towel, while the Shih Tzu' s mom was crying because her little girl was going to need a major bath.
Just then a perfectly groomed fluffball of a Bichon Frise came by, wearing a monogrammed sweater, on an Italian leather leash. I don't know if this was the first time he had met the Shih Tzu but there seemed to be a mutual attraction, and lovemaking ensued.
"Look!" I said to the Shih Tzu's mom. "This nice Bichon Frise is helping! He's scrubbing her back!"
The house staff at the Geary were gracious and accommodating. I feel as if they expected I would want to be seated immediately in my normal seat, whether there was a scene on stage or not . I was gracefully eased from Standing Room into a nearby aisle seat, and then once I became comfortable with the length of the scene changes, I slithered into home with no fuss.
The show, "4000 Miles" by Amy Herzog in it's West Coast Premiere at the American Conservatory Theater, under the direction of Mark Rucker, is a delightful inter-generational tragi-comedy. A final, extra performance will be played this Sunday, February 10 at 7pm.
I was taking my usual walk up Powell to California, where I turned left and continued to the top of Nob Hill. I like to take a stroll around Huntington Park after dinner, and then descend Taylor to Geary for an evening at ACT. It was just an hour after sunset, and the light was low and lovely.
Usually there are dogs in the park, and I like to say "hello" to them on my way through.
Tonight there was an adorable Boston Terrier and a Shih Tzu playing "chase me" around and around a mud puddle. The Shih Tzu's mom, an attactive young woman, dressed to the nines, was standing IN the mud puddle. Every time the dogs circled around her and dove into the mud, she stomped her boots and squealed, waving her arms.
I pointed out that she was setting a horrible example for the dogs, who must have thought she was playing in the mud with them.
The Boston Terrier's father, a young gay, laughed and acknowledged that HIS dog would need a quick once-over with a damp paper towel, while the Shih Tzu' s mom was crying because her little girl was going to need a major bath.
Just then a perfectly groomed fluffball of a Bichon Frise came by, wearing a monogrammed sweater, on an Italian leather leash. I don't know if this was the first time he had met the Shih Tzu but there seemed to be a mutual attraction, and lovemaking ensued.
"Look!" I said to the Shih Tzu's mom. "This nice Bichon Frise is helping! He's scrubbing her back!"
