Back from Budapest
Riding the train from Prague to Budapest…God, I love saying stuff like that.
So, I took a break from the blog to go on an overdue vacation with my lovely spouse. I would apologize to all my readers, but I sincerely don’t care. I had a fantastic time in Prague and Budapest, eating lots of various pork parts and paprika everything. Apart from catching the ballet in both cities, there is no theater to report (although, the production of Sleeping Beauty in Budapest was spectacular).
Before I do catchup stuff, let me point out first that Joy Cutler‘s play, Reaching Beatrice, is being read at the Drake tonight at 7. I will almost certainly be there, unless my dentist appointment goes unexpectedly and horribly awry. Corinna Burns is one of the actors (at the reading, not the dentist), whom you might remember as the mermaid in the kiddie pool whom I interviewed for Martinis with Nick. Also, Seth Reichgott, whom I’ve known for a long time and interviewed only a few weeks ago for an upcoming episode. Also, also, Frank X and Megan Slater, both of whom I’ve met a couple of times, drank with or near and whom would probably sorta recognize me but not necessarily remember exactly where from. Also, Also, Also, Kevin Meehan, who was fantastic in a recent production of Lobby Hero at Theatre Horizon, but don’t tell him that. Look, it’s going to be a fun time at the Drake tonight, so just suck it up and go. Jeez.
I am sincerely sorry that my adventure prevented me from attending the play reading of my cousin, Anastasia Hutnick, at the Delaware Theatre Company’s Young Playwrights Festival. But, as I’ve mentioned before, she’s a talented little monkey, and we’ll be seeing more of her stuff before very long.
I’m also sorry (but not, you know…sorry sorry) about missing a few readings at the Drake and E3T. To be honest, there was one reading I could have attended, but instead, I opted to roast a duck. As I’ve been reporting, I’ve attended a lot of readings recently—which is terrific—but sometimes you just need to roast a duck. Anyway, here’s what it looked like…
The duck dinner I made, instead of going to a reading. The fingerling potatoes are cooked in duck fat. The mango is about to go into the salad.