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Today in My History

2000:  The Funnies Aren't Funny Anymore
2001:  Creepy Crawlies
2002:  Lost in the Labyrinth
2003:  The Frosting on the Cake
2004:  Lost Imaginary Friends
2005:  Childhood Meme
Time to Smell the Roses


Books Read in 2007

Updated 8/26:
"5th Horseman"



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Jihad, the Musical
("I wanna be like Obama")
Dick Cheney was Right!
(this is an amazing video from 1994)
Ordination of Women Priests
Sideshow Bob sings HMS Pinafore
Pug Bowling

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Amy's Trip to SF
Ned Turns 40



29 August 2007

Hey, you know what?  The pharmaceutical industry has made these little red pills that come in a box.  They are called "Contac."  And do you know that if you take these little pills, your cold symptoms magically disappear?  It's a miracle!

I am a product of my mother, who, though now a devout Catholic, still holds to some of her Christian Science roots, especially where health care is concerned.  At nearly 88, she takes one pill a day, a vitamin pill.  The doctors couldn't believe that.  It killed her to have to take pain pills after she broke her ankle, so she only took them when she absolutely needed to stop the pain (lectures on "staying on top of the pain" went over like a lead balloon).

So when I get sick, it never occurs to me to actually, you know, take medicine to make myself feel better.  It just seems like cheating, somehow.  Like you're supposed to "tough it out."  But as the sneezing and the runny nose got progressively worse, I decided I needed to do something to get through the show I was reviewing last night, so I went out and bought some cold medication. 

Not only did I feel completely fine through the show, I still feel fine. I know that cold medication just masks symptoms so you can get on with life, and that I only took two pills late yesterday afternoon, but perhaps my system is so unused to medication at all that it shocked itself into a cure.  In any event, I am thrilled to be symptom free this morning.

Since Walt was in Santa Barbara last night, I invited my cousin Kathy to go with me to see 1776.  She used to work for Music Circus and got to see all the shows and I knew that she missed being able to go, since she retired last year.

Walt and I never go to dinner before a show, but I thought--what the heck.  He's off partying with Jeri in Santa Barbara; I was just going to treat myself.  I decided to go very early, hope for a parking spot on the street (to avoid the $8 parking lot) and then just find a nice place to read until time to meet Kathy.

It all went according to plan, with one tiny hitch.  I found the on-street parking directly across from the theatre and I got to the brew pub across from the theatre 2 hrs before show time.  The hitch was that all tables were reserved for people who were going to the show and they couldn't offer me so much as  a chair until 7:30. 

Well, nuts to that.  Around the corner is The Melting Pot, a fondue place I'd been wanting to try since it opened a few years ago.  I love fondue and have fond memories of Marta's bridal shower, where we went to this great fondue place in Berkeley.  Walt and I had actually tried going to The Melting Pot once, but discovered they had a waiting list of a week, at that time.

But this was a splurge and there was only one of me, right?

I asked if they could seat just one person and they gladly said they could.  I was ushered to a plush booth and handed a padded menu.  The hostess told me I was in for a treat and opened the menu to their sampler page, which, for a vast sum (>$80), would give me a sample of several types of fondues, including a chocolate fondue.  Problem is that this was a meal intended for 2-4 people.  I asked her what there was for a single person.  She told me that sometimes it was possible to negotiate with the server for a lower price.

But then I looked thru the rest of the menu and finally settled on the classic Swiss Fondue, which was $15 for 1-2 people.  I figured I could handle that and ordered it.  The waiter (Kevin) came to my table and, with a flourish, created the fondue in front of me, explaining all the ingredients he was adding as he went along.

Well, lemme tell you, if there had been two of us, we would have killed each other trying to get enough to eat.  They say that the little bowls of stuff to swirl in the cheese are "bottomless" and if you "run out" they will gladly bring more.  I only ate half of the bread, apples, and vegetables and was already scraping cheese off the sides of the pot.  Kevin (who passed by every 30 seconds to ask me if everything was all right) asked if I wanted a salad too.  I realized that this "fondue for 2" wasn't nearly enough to fill up one person and so I ordered the a la carte salad ($6.50), which was delicious and combined with the "fondue for 2" meal was just the right amount of food.

I may snack a lot during the day, but I am not a big dinner eater.  I usually end up giving Walt (or Steve, if I'm eating with him) half of my dinner at night, so the fact that there was not enough fondue for me (let alone for the two people the pot should have served) is not an indication that my appetite was too large.  The pot would have made a nice hors d'oeuvre for Walt.  I'm sure they would have gladly made me another pot of fondue, for another $15. 

I had heard a lot of negative things about The Melting Pot and I'm glad that (a) I tried them, and (b) that I was alone so I didn't get suckered into ordering more than I intended to spend.  As it was, the bill for me alone came to nearly $30.  But it was a deliberate splurge and now my curiosity has been satisfied.  And I never, ever have to do that again!

As for the show, it was the first time I'd seen 1776.  I think everyone who so casually allows the current administration to take away our "cherished rights" and manipulate us with fear tactics should see this show, to remind themselves of the men who created this country, the hard battles they fought to establish those rights to begin with, and the fear they were under as they did it.

There is no "tension" in the show, of course.  You know everybody is going to sign the Declaration of Independence at the end, but when the moment came, I discovered tears streaming down my face and as I left the theatre, I wanted to run out and read a biography of John Adams.


Been there, done that, don't ever have to do it again.


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