May The Stars Light Your Way
Ahhh… Sunday! Our first day off from HENRY V in a week. We slept in through most of the morning to catch up on our missing sleep (and to revitalize after the cast party Saturday night!). You would think that I'd be tearing into the…
Tonight, on our way to the show (HENRY V), we ate at Sebastian's, a Greek restaurant on the west side of the city. Sebastian's has long been a favorite 'dive' for me. Converted from an old ice cream parlor, the restaurant is a cramped space.…
Tonight was opening night of HENRY V, and another whirlwind dinner on the go. We ate from Wendy's restaurant as we made our way to the theater. Wendy's is a below-average restaurant all the time, in my opinion, but tonight's 'food' was sub-par even for my lowered standards when walking in there.
Wendy enjoyed her Spinach Salad pretty well, but my chicken sandwich and fries had been cooked in what must have been filthy oil. It tasted awful. The Frosty (perhaps the only truly palatable thing on their menu) helped, but not much.
Another meal on wheels as we're preparing for HENRY V. Simple food, tonight, and a strange mix… Hummus, pita bread, cookies, and some candy, all washed down with Frutopia. Whoever said that theatre people eat well was wrong!
Tonight, we ate on the run again. We gobbled down a few slices each of Garlic, Spinach, and Cheese pizza as we rushed out the door to rehearsal for HENRY V. The show opens tomorrow night, so we’re in crunch-time now!
Because of our involvement with HENRY V, we've got precious-little downtime, so there's really been no time (and even less energy) for cooking. Tonight, for example, Wendy didn't even come into the house between work and our leaving for the theater.
I'd stopped on the way home and picked up some Hummus and pita, some cookies, and some candy. We had a sort of peasant picnic in the booth of the theater.
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