The Rapture with Seventy Six Trombones.

The less said about that nut job out in , of all places, San Francisco the better. The only two words that make any sense to me about Mr. Profit of Doom is : in jail. But, Saturday afternoon of the end of days, Dahn called to say that one of her offspring was sick, so she could not go to GEVA that night, and would Neil and I like to take their place, go with David, Myrte and Lilly. See the world out with dinner and a show? Heck yes!

 The moment of the rapture. Myrte is far more holy than

the rest of us. If she was not going, I figured we would all

make the play.

 Many many thanks to David for a lovely night out, starting 

with dinner at the old school, OLD school, local Italian 

mainstay:  Mairo's. I had been there a few times before and knew that the 

massive farm hand sized portions of classic Italian fare were not what

I needed before sitting though a show, so I went for a YUMMY salad of tiny bitter 

arugula with extra Briny olives and goat cheese, and a side of their off the charts good greens and beans.

 Seriously, this is a meal there. Lilly had this, all around Italy plate, Neil had a steak, David and Myrte had a heaping pile of pasta. Many to go boxes were taken home. AND! It is still prom season up here so we had a floor show as well! Turns out the Yankee girls just like all the Southern ones I have seen on the facebook all think that one can ONLY buy a prom dress in Las Vegas - OR go way way too casual.

GEVA

I have written on here before what just a treasure the local Rochester theater GEVA is. Tonight was a very good production of Meredith Wilson's Music Man. A huge production for this small theater, and a lot of fun. All of the leads have starring roles on Broadway in their little program blurb. They moved the show from 1913 ( or when ever ) to 1954 making the costumes and dancing - which was just the highlight of the show - much more audience ( and budget ) friendly. 

We saw the last revival of this old warhorse on Broadway a few years ago, with WIll from Will and Grace as Harold Hill... and sadly, I really could not recall much of the performance. Other than the Mama Mia like ending that all shows have to have now, this production was really more fun. I think Broadway had close to 76 trombones, and we had the Albion High Marching Purple Eagles.

An all around very nice night out with good friends, again, many thanks to our good pal David for the treat!