Annie

Picked up Aline and Susan a bit before noon and we went to SeaOaks for lunch.  We all had soup and a half-sandwich and I added a "Sierra Madre."  It's a beer new to me, very full-bodied, but golden and with a hint of citrus.  They have it on draft, as I prefer, and boy, is it good.
Got to Annie in plenty of time--curtain went up at 2:00--and joined the hordes of others who filled the auditorium.  We were lucky in that there was nobody sitting in the seats directly in front of us, so we had a clear view of the stage.
The show was so-o-o good.  The set relied mostly on furniture (and that was sparse), but it gave the illusion of more.  Of course, it's a fun play, and I've seen it, or parts of it, several times.  Everybody's familiar with "Tomorrow," which the 12-year-old lead put over beautifully.  For that matter, all the child and adult performers were superb, the kids dancing and singing to a fare-thee-well.
It wasn't over until 4:30, after which I drove the sisters home.  As he had requested, I sent Bruce B., a fellow member of LETCO, a description of the Annie sets (or lack thereof) via private message on Facebook.
Spent the rest of the evening on this and that, mostly computer stuff.  I signed onto a new "free games" site called Pogo and now wish I hadn't, as I can see I'll be getting all kinds of communications from them, even though I didn't check the "send me stuff" box.  Will try to be removed from it.
Heard from son P., in Tokyo, that his e-mails to me are consistently refused.  Damn and double-damn Comcast!  Tomorrow, I intend to call its Mark Casem and demand to know why.  This guy is, I assume, chief of the company Gestapo arm, considering his habit of monitoring my blog. Wonder if he'll read this with fear and trepidation.  (Yeah, sure, Mimi; more likely with a deep and sinister chuckle.)