Chocolate and Naps

are all I need on this afternoon.


yawnnnnnnnnnn

All the best laid plans.

Some of you may know that I was in NYC for 25 hours on thursday/friday.

I had an invite to the Broadway opening of Carol Burnett's new play Hollywood Arms , and was not going to pass up such an opportunity. I had already met Hal Prince last month, and was looking forward to getting my face in front of some influential people.

Yes, I was there to schmooze.

Some of you may also know that I can be a bit scatter-brained sometimes. So I made myself a comprehensive list of things to pack...

Benedryl (helps me sleep on planes)
Toothbrush/paste/floss
Razor
Shirt/Shoes/Shorts/Tie/Socks/Coat/Scarf/Hat/Pin
Misc shirts/shorts/socks
Magazines (for plane)
I-Pod
Palm Pilot
Ample business cards to pass around to all my new contacts.
Wallet
Phone


Did I forget anything?
Doesn't seem so, this is pretty ocmprehensive.
(and NO I especially did not bring my computer along)


So there I am at the play (it was fun, but porbably won't win the Pulitzer) and honey did I look SHARP in my new charcoal suit. And (sidenote) the JudyKat clan was there! (they say hi).


And then at the party, I had a chance to meet Carol herself (swoon!).... and it went something like this.

C.B: Hi! (big welcoming smile)
S.R. Wow, Hi! I wanted to meet you and mention that my father grew up in Hollywood around the same time as you. They lived on Curson street.
C.B. Wow, I remember Curson.
S.R. Yeah, the family business was the Pickwick bookstore.
C.B. wow, that was a great store..... ya know. I used to spend hours on the third floor reading paperbacks. God when those were big in the 50's they were SUCH a fad.
S.R. Wow, I wonder if you ever met my grandfather? he retired in '68. Oh, I'm also one of the investors in this show. I've been producing some stuff on the west coast as well.
C.B. Thank you. We LOVE our investors! (she's still holding my hand!!!)
S.R. thanks.
C.B. Though, you say you're a Producer?
S.R. yeah.
C.B. Well, you must not be doing very well as a producer.
S.R. (confused) whaaa?
C.B. I mean you can't even afford a belt. Sheesh!