Monday, August 22, 2005
So many stories to tell...
...and so little energy, at the end of this loooooong (seeming) rehearsal day for THE GOLDEN APPLE...or maybe it simply seems long since we produced and starred in an entire production of ANYTHING GOES over the weekend, or at least on Saturday! Kazillions of tales to tell about the wonderful, fabulous, fun, exhausting, amazing and thorooughly produced event that was PEARL BERMAN'S party at her gorgeous and glorious home in The Hamptons! I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED ANYTHING QUITE LIKE WHAT PETER AND I PARTICIPATED IN ON THIS PAST SATURDAY! And I adored being part of it...and if I can wrangle my story-telling into entertaining form, you will understand why, dear readers, it was such fun!
I mean unique and enlivening fun, giving so much fun and joy to all who both were in and sat int he audience, once we finally got the show open at about 7;30 or so on Saturday evening, after , well maybe 4 hours of rehearsal!
But I am ahead of myself...let me begin at the beginning, or at least one beginning, since it will be the story of Peter, Evalyn and Nancy at Pearl's Party...
At around 9:30 Saturday morning, Nancy drove in from her house in Yorktown Heights and picked Peter and me up, (Paul and Steve had kindly picked up our "children" puppies the night before and so we did not have them to worry about all weekend...there was plenty of other stuff to worry about ahead of us, we knew, so having the dogs taken care of was so helpful.. anyway, Nance picked us up and we were off on our adventure!
We made it in good time to the Hamptons, (it really is only a couple of hours away form Manhattan, and the traffic was blessedly sparse)..and the clouds were clearing and the day was promising to be swell...and soon we were seeing sand edging the roads and we knew we were near THE OCEAN!!!! The air smelled different...felt different too: deeply humid! But we were all excite....anticipating a real adventure, since we had all heard so much about Pearl's Party through the past few years!
We arrived in West Hampton, after gettting lost only several times...it seems they don't believe in readable street signs in the Hamptons...they employ small wooden frail things that look old and beach-worn and reek of the message: "If you do not already know where you are going, you do not belong here, you sad poor non-Hamptonites you!"...really...that shabby chic thing taken too far...we needed INFORMATION and those poor old signs were just too shabby chic to care to give it to us! EVER!!!!
However ,we did find our B and B finally and there it was, cunning, old and sweetly welcoming: The 1880 House at 2 Seafield Lane! Slowly we turned....
Tune in for more, soon....xxev
I mean unique and enlivening fun, giving so much fun and joy to all who both were in and sat int he audience, once we finally got the show open at about 7;30 or so on Saturday evening, after , well maybe 4 hours of rehearsal!
But I am ahead of myself...let me begin at the beginning, or at least one beginning, since it will be the story of Peter, Evalyn and Nancy at Pearl's Party...
At around 9:30 Saturday morning, Nancy drove in from her house in Yorktown Heights and picked Peter and me up, (Paul and Steve had kindly picked up our "children" puppies the night before and so we did not have them to worry about all weekend...there was plenty of other stuff to worry about ahead of us, we knew, so having the dogs taken care of was so helpful.. anyway, Nance picked us up and we were off on our adventure!
We made it in good time to the Hamptons, (it really is only a couple of hours away form Manhattan, and the traffic was blessedly sparse)..and the clouds were clearing and the day was promising to be swell...and soon we were seeing sand edging the roads and we knew we were near THE OCEAN!!!! The air smelled different...felt different too: deeply humid! But we were all excite....anticipating a real adventure, since we had all heard so much about Pearl's Party through the past few years!
We arrived in West Hampton, after gettting lost only several times...it seems they don't believe in readable street signs in the Hamptons...they employ small wooden frail things that look old and beach-worn and reek of the message: "If you do not already know where you are going, you do not belong here, you sad poor non-Hamptonites you!"...really...that shabby chic thing taken too far...we needed INFORMATION and those poor old signs were just too shabby chic to care to give it to us! EVER!!!!
However ,we did find our B and B finally and there it was, cunning, old and sweetly welcoming: The 1880 House at 2 Seafield Lane! Slowly we turned....
Tune in for more, soon....xxev
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