The Show Pony had it's 97th opening this weekend. To say that is was quiet was sort of an understatement. The L.A. weather that day was grey and strange and slightly rainy. There were a million parties and street musical festivals going on, and to be honest I was happy that is was sweet and slow.
I had a few friends pass through, like my lil pal Vinca...who is really growing up fast. After the opening David, Taylor and I went out to eat- David ordered an impressive dough blob Profiterole spread. I've been in sort of a strange fog lately. Maybe that my life is changing again and old chapters are ending and new things are beginning. Something about that always scares me.
my new tights!
Fran just happened to be wearing her USA stripes as we passed this Super-Obama poster. Don't forget to watch the debates tonight!