It's been so long that it took me a few seconds to think of my Blogger username. Apologies all around -- I don't really know what's going on, except that I'm working really hard on some new projects, and on more things at once than I knew my brain could handle. This is a good thing.

Second Sondheim weekend was fantastic, again. There's something wonderful about going to the same theater with the same (fun, wonderful, old-friend) people multiple times in a row... that theater feels intimately familiar now. I really like going to the theater in general and I really liked going to this theater in particular: a long ascent up two floors of carpeted marble staircase to red plush seats and the midnight blue screen with the little white Sondheim scrawl spotlighted in the lower righthand corner. Megan told off an usher (who deserved it) Saturday night, but otherwise it was a pretty near-perfect experience. In order from most to least, I would say my favorite shows were: Sweeney Todd, A Little Night Music, Passion, Sunday in the Park with George and, lastly, Merrily We Roll Along. Farewell, Sondheim festival. You were fun.

In other news, anyone who ever says "women are the ones who play games in relationships!" to me is going to get smacked. Gwennie will smack! (V. subtle B. Jones reference.) Because men? They play games, too. And I'm not talking about backgammon and poker and freeze tag, although I would prefer those. It's not, like, the worst thing that's ever happened ever, but honestly, I find it more stressful than enjoyable and wish we could just say what we're thinking and skip the playing.

In other other news, I am going on a much-needed vacation Thursday and Friday. The odds of me updating again before then are not tremendous, so I will say goodbye now, and hello to the dock and the lake and the woods and the books and the friends. Can't come too soon, is what I'm sayin'.