We wrapped The Ghost Game at Youngstown in West Seattle last night, striking the show as time crept into my birthday. It was a very fun show to work on and to witness, I started really getting into it on the third and last performance.
As I was leaving, word spread that I am a year older this day, and the cast sang me happy birthday. John caught the tail end of it on video – while putting scaffolding together!
I’ve improved greatly in acceptance :)
I came home, replied to some email and hit the sac. Now for a day of work and more set up/tear down for my Murder Mystery Birthday party tonight. Long, fun weekend!
zzz..
The horse and mule live thirty years
And never knows of wines and beers.
The goat and sheep at twenty die
Without a taste of scotch or rye.
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is mostly done.
The dog at fifteen cashes in
Without the aid of rum or gin.
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men
Survive three-score years and ten.
And some of us…though mighty few
Stay pickled ’til we’re ninety-two.
Author unkown by me
Hope you had a great B-day…