Tonight at our town’s beautifully restored Midland Theater, three comedians are performing as part of the Laughter Arts Festival tour. I want SO badly to be there, but tickets started out at $25 each and we just couldn’t swing that right now.
Aaaaaargh! Howie and Jeff are watching the NFL playoff game on TV in the livingroom and I’m holed up in the office to write. Yes, instead of settling into a velvet-upholstered chair at the theater and watching in eager anticipation as the houselights dim, I’m here at home typing an entry in my blog.
To quote good old Will, “I alone beweep my outcast state”. But, to quote another, lesser-known and far less eloquent scribe, “sh*t happens”.
But it’s not the same. *sniffle*