Tonight we returned to the room where it happened – to see a different play.
The Pantages Theater in Los Angeles was, as always, spectacular.
It’s a 1920’s design so the bathrooms sort of suck, but you learn to live with that.
Can you say, “Ro – co – co?”
Sure. I knew you could.
The play, “Waitress,” had a cast with great voices, some great staging and choreography, and one part in particular that was way, Way, WAYYY over the top and hilarious.
Hollywood Boulevard on a Sunday afternoon with all of the tourists and buskers and hustlers and people in costume – it’s our little version of Times Square. Complete with that certain smell (stale urine) which out here is cut with that other (now legal) certain smell (pot).
I love LA!
