You know, there really appears to be no need to report on either one of these days. They kind of blurred. Breakfast both mornings at Junior’s with the Dale, Chad, Trevor, Jon, Steven, Bob (Saturday) and Sean (Sunday). Actually, these were more like brunch, as I relented from my normal 8 AM breakfast times and we did not gather either day until 10 AM.
Nowt much to do between breakfast and show times at 2, so both days we just kind of plotzed around. Though Sunday several of us spent a couple of productive hours listing all of the Billys from memory – we only missed about 6. And then, because we could not whip out our dicks and compare penis length, we calculated the % of Billys each of us had seen. Yes, we were bored. I got 28%
Both days, between shows, we ate with the most gracious and talented Thommie Retter, the piano-playing Mr. Braithwaite in Billy Elliot.
Saturday night we had a huge thunderstorm, but Sunday was okay weather,
Yeah, I know, Boring.
Saw two Billys on Saturday and Book of Mormon and Billy on Sunday.
Now I am in the sucky United terminal at JFK, gaggin’ for decent food and settling on McDonald’s, which tasted like shit! (The United terminal at JFK does not have any sit down restaurants at 9 AM.)
It is Monday morning, and I am coming home.