As it turned out, I was fighting off a new cold. It did not prevent me from attending a housewarming party on Sunday, seeing Ray Harryhausen's It Came from Beneath the Sea (1955) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre on Monday, or buying two new kinds of honey (sunflower and avocado blossom) from Follow the Honey with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel on Tuesday, but the rest of the time it pretty much flattened me. I am currently skeptical of my ability to stay awake much longer, which might be a good thing. But I did get out last night to meet Rob for Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson at the SpeakEasy Stage, and even if we hadn't managed to hit The Salty Pig for dinner beforehand and Finale afterward for dessert, it would still have been an entirely worthwhile evening.
( In deference to my transparent political ambitions and the requirements of narrative economy. )
There are just not that many musicals that afford the opportunity for someone to yell "And James Monroe was a douchebag!" Especially when, in context, you can't disagree.
derspatchel on Tuesday, but the rest of the time it pretty much flattened me. I am currently skeptical of my ability to stay awake much longer, which might be a good thing. But I did get out last night to meet Rob for Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson at the SpeakEasy Stage, and even if we hadn't managed to hit The Salty Pig for dinner beforehand and Finale afterward for dessert, it would still have been an entirely worthwhile evening.( In deference to my transparent political ambitions and the requirements of narrative economy. )
There are just not that many musicals that afford the opportunity for someone to yell "And James Monroe was a douchebag!" Especially when, in context, you can't disagree.
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