Who the heck do I think I am?

My acquaintance, Amanda Jacobs, has been working for years on a musical version of Pride and Prejudice*. I've seen it workshopped at the Eastman School of Music and a full production at the Ohio Light Opera (at my alma mater, the College of Wooster).

And now she and her partner have got it into the finals of the NYMF - the New York Musical Theatre Festival:

http://www.nymf.org/module-ShowManager-display-sid-1653.html


They're raising money and the show will be presented sometime that week, off-Broadway.

So happy for her!

For more information you can go to their website.

w00t to the power of w00t!


*This show does not include or involve any Zombies.

All things considered, this was a fairly good day for my father to come to town...he has guns. Coordinated very well, in that by the time I made it (safely) to my car - and I was right, actually, traffic was a bit light, though there was a tense moment when the bus driver had to run over one of the suckers - he was just getting off Rte. 128 and coming onto Main Street (Waltham), so we made it back virtually at the same time.

Took a reconnoiter all the way to Framingham, surprisingly little in the way of infection out there. Drove back through Natick and Wellesley on 135. Only trouble was that the grocery store was full of the suckers. Killed 'em and got out with my peanut M&Ms. Take that. Bruce Campbell couldn't have done better.

Unfortunately, now I am faced with the very real probability that I'll have to sacrifice Dad to the darn things if they should surround the house tonight. Hm. Maybe that's not such a bad trade....

(In other words: Dad's here. We went to TGI Friday's for dinner, and then he wanted to find an outdoor store, so we came back on 135. It's been just over 3 hours and I'm already ready to shoot him in the head. Kill me now.)