Well, hi there, folks.
I'm just back from a fun weekend in New York; no big deal.
We flew down via our usual, JetBlue, and I stayed in Queens with Abigail.
And then I visited with Jeremy, and Kelly, and Bryan. They're like my aunts and uncles, ya know.
Everyyyyybody -- well, this whole bunch of law students, anyway -- got a piece of me, and took care of me and played with me, while Alpha and Abigail and David went in to Manhattan and saw .....wait... is that Professor Snape?!!!!
But they said he played a different professor this time, in a really good play called Seminar.
(Alpha says she got a little bit swoony just then.)
Abigail got Mr. Rickman's autograph.
So anywayyyyy. While I was visiting Jeremy, he was practicing moot court with a friend. They built a makeshift podium and I was the judge.
The Honorable Distinguished Mr. Jefferies, they called me.
They were all very mean to me and never gave me any love or attention at all. Exhibits A and B:
Sitting on Bryan's lap.
Kelly holding me and playing with my minion.
Oh, all right, I admit it. My evidence is full of holes. I actually had a blast.
Abigail loved the play, and that just tells you how good it is, because, well, she is kind of a theater snob. (It's not her fault.) She said to Alpha, who chose the play, "Good CHOICE, Mom!"
And Norma says especially her writer friends and other friends in academia should go to see it -- they will be able to relate to every word and every emotion. "They will laugh. They will cry. They will roll their eyes and groan a little bit sometimes. They will feel the pain and the angst and the love and the hate and the hate-to-love and love-to-hate of the craft," she says, "and they will love it." This play is performed in 90 minutes without an intermission, and they all said it flew by.