Mourning Dove

Back from PoHo! It was a lovely ride. I went to the quicky-doctor every week with an ailing apprentice (and my boss once!), I sat next to Beth Henley and tried very hard not to laugh at her stupid play, was sassed by some Broadway director,drove a golf cart around until it got a flat tire, defended said golf cart from a roving old lady trying to steal it, had a martini, and almost cried when I saw a creepy puppet in a Power rangers outfit.I did not see Stephen Sodheim. He was shy. But all and all, productive.

And now, Monday, I am going to Scotland. But first to Paris. And then a day in Ireland to check out a Grad school that I reaaallly want to go to.

LV it is now a matter of, uh, finding the script. It's in my gmail some where, but there's a lot of things in my gmail. But soon, cherie! Soon!