Captain’s Log 5,527
Yesterday’s lunch with a reasonable person was good. I hung out all the dirty laundry. Shed a few tears of anger too. We shall see what happens now. Fate and future will be determined on Thursday. I have no expectations. That is the best way to live your life. Learned that lesson the hard way more than once.
We had a birthday celebration for a staff member yesterday afternoon. It was lovely. Tres leches cake!
Beloved Mexican birthday cake. Tres leches. Three-milk cake. I am not sure how they do it, but HOLY MOMMACITA!
It’s Freak Tuesday at the museum. Spring break too. I am not looking forward to this day. It could be huge.
I have been having dreams about Briga-Noon. Maybe even visions. I have a meeting with the theatre tomorrow night, and I might suggest it. Not for the next show, but somewhere down the line. I need time to write a full-on musical. AND, I don’t want to go through all that work for just two performances. Three weekends for sure or I am not interested.
Briga-Noon. Where Brigadoon and High Noon collide. Not so sure about the white socks.
I am going to go shopping for a multi-track keyboard so I can layer some parts and do some orchestrations with the songs already banging around in my head.
Off to face the unwashed Mongol hordes.
Yay! The museum is open and FREE today! Hurry! Attack! Touch all the cars! Jump over the chains! Be loud and asshole-ish the entire time!