On our Pacific trip Emma was the one who caught a cold. This time it’s my turn.
I thought this one was going to be mild, but yesterday wore me out more than I realised.
I didn’t let it stop me. I still managed Spanish class, then joined Emma to watch Roger MeGuinn finish his talk on his musical career.
One cool bit of trivia from that talk: McGuinn used to wear a pair of trendy small rectangular sunglasses. John Lennon complimented McGuinn on them, and McGuinn explained that he had them made up as a sneaky way of wearing prescription specs on stage without looking like a dweeb. Lennon thought this such a good idea it inspired him to have his trademark small round tinted frames made up.
Lunch was the American Buffet. I’m not quite sure why a predominantly American ship was hanging out for the kind of food they have most days of the year, but I think everybody on the ship hit the Lido Cafe at the same time. We managed to fluke a seat on our third pass through.
Exhausted by lunch, and feeling pretty average, I tried to get a nap, and failed. Illnesses. Feh.
The ocean was perfectly flat. We don’t recall ever seeing the sea so glassy. Conditions were perfect, so of course Emma had a great day animal-spotting. She saw turtles, dolphins, flying fish. I saw one flying fish – it might have been a flying fish – and a fin. Typical.
At five I decided to catch the one-man play “Zero Hour: The Life of Zero Mostel” and performed by Jim Brochu, which I understand he stilll performs off-Broadway.
It was absolutely brilliant.
The script was funny, poignant, and totally captivating, and the performance mesmerising. I felt like I was watching Zero Mostel. He received a well-deserved standing ovation.
Unfortunately Emma choose to skip it. I hope she gets a chance to see it one day.
I struggled through dinner, and was tempted to skip the evening’s entertainment. I’m usually indifferent about ventriloquists, but Ronn Lucas had a decent write-up so we decided to check it out, sitting near the door in case I wanted to slip out early.
Lucas has performed for Presidents Clinton and Reagan, Queen Elizabeth in a Royal Command Performance, been on Letterman and a few other TV shows, blah blah blah. That’s all well and good, but a decent resume doesn’t necessarily translate into a good show.
This time it did. I’m glad we stayed as Lucas is an excellent vent, a remarkable puppeteer (I later learned he was trained by Jim Henson), and has some hysterically funny routines. Most excellent.
Then I went to bed, determined to finish off this #^&$*@ cold.
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