Tag: Sam Barrett
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Reading tonight at the Colonial Playhouse!
It occurs to me this morning, that I have failed to blog about my impending reading tonight. Which is a little silly. Sure, I’ve had a lot going on and plenty to take up the pages of my blog, and yes, I certainly sent out plenty of emails (blanket and otherwise) to alert my gentle…
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Murder mysteries and hidden beds
Last weekend, we were infested by a pod of Fritzes. And, I enjoy saying that, because I happen to know that Fritz the Elder, aka Bob, aka Fritzy, is a fan of this blog. Their infestation is relevant to this blog for two reasons: First, we attended a murder mystery dinner theater. Yeah, yeah, I…
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Quickies on Father’s Day!
As I more-or-less said I was going to do, I celebrated Father’s Day by going to the local community theater and watching amateur actors talk about dicks. You wouldn’t necessarily expect that from a community theater, but after watching a piece last year about a sperm donor bank which included plastic jars of suspiciously-viscous substances…
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Sam’s Salon, October 2015
I’m a little late on this one, but last weekend, Sam’s salon was graced by the literary stylings of local playwright Lindsay Harris Friel in a little piece she likes to call, This is Halloween. Timeliness aside, it was cool to see a play with a plot I’d never seen before, to wit, how to explain…
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Jarnsaxa and Mockingbirds
The Pope’s whirlwind visit to Philadelphia was punctuated by an eerie lunar eclipse that turned the moon blood-red. Foreboding portent of strange days to come? Nah. Kinda doubt it. Pretty moon, though. Anyway, two non-Pope-ish things occurred over the weekend that merit mention. First, I caught the final performance of To Kill a Mockingbird at the…
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Community theater boogie shuffle
Last Friday night, I visited the local community theater, which isn’t something I do a lot of, and not merely because I’m a snooty theatergoer (no sense in denying that). I only have time and money to see a finite amount of theater—typically about 20-25 shows a season—so it doesn’t make sense to waste that time…