Moises came to the show sunday night and today he sent me his notes. Great!! Just what I needed to rein me in and remind me of the importance of rigor.
The cast, along with Moises and Jeff, had a great party after that Sunday show. We’d been planning it for over a month and it was well worth it. We started at Samantha’s apartment on what must be the best, most charming street in New York–down in east Village. It’s an old building inhabited at one time by Mark Twain. Her walk up has 15 foot high ceilings, crown molding and an old carved marble mantle. I really liked being in Samantha’s space. It suits her to a tee, from the minimalistic furnishing to the huge abstract oil paintings she inherited from her mother, to her dog–a rescue that looks like a Rhodesian Ridgeback. An Anita O’Day cd was playing and Diane Walsh’s very funny husband, Dick (a former editor of “The Nation“) said to Sam, “it’s reassuring that someone your age still listens to this music.” After beginning to party there we moved on to the Chinatown Brasserie (I know, it sounds like an oxymoron) where we had our own room and, thanks to Don’s forsight, the menu was all pre-ordered. How good it is, how cathartic at the end of a long week, to laugh so hard you’re doubled over.
Yesterday I went back to the throat doc, had new larynx-porn print outs made which showed my throat is hunky dory but not my head so I’m on a new anti-biotic. Like anyone should care and I have to ask myself why I even go into these things. I guess I feel guilty for not blogging yesterday and worried I don’t have enough to write about.
Learned yesterday when I woke up that “33 variations” has received nominations for 5 Outer Circle Critics Awards including the play itself, Moises, Zach as Beethoven, the set and the lighting. Hooray!!
Last night I received the Theatre Artist Award at the Chairman’s gala of the National Corporate Theatre Fund Elaine Stritch presented it to me after making an hillarious speech and singing me a song. What a trooper. She’d driven 2 days from Detroit to be at this event. She comes from Detroit and was there doing a benefit for the preservation of some historic park or landmark. I like that, like Jeff Daniels, her heart is there, feeling the pain of her home state. Her memory astounded me. She remembered every single time we have met over the decades. What would “monster-n-law” have been without her dynamic appearance as my mother at the end, reminding me that I had once been reduced to drinking red wine out of a box!
For those who don’t know, the National Corporate Theatre Fund provides support for non-profit theatres around the country… something my father was a real believer in.
Alas, I neglected to take any pictures of the cast party or last nights awards. I’ll try to get some of Elaine and me in tomorrow’s blog.
See you next time.