Money and P & P

Finally, at long last, the lousy Absecon post office refunded Mike's $242.40 for the Singapore box.  I had picked up Aline at 10:00 and we got there in about half an hour.  After yet more hassle and delay (the clerk had to call the postmaster at home), I got the dough.
It was only a bit after eleven, but we went to Shore Diner and had lunch.  Stopped at Boscov's, then went to the Northfield Library for the Players & Playwrights meeting.
I had prepared Burning Bright to submit for a reading, but had also brought A Conversation In Summer, and decided to have that read instead.  For one thing, there are ten characters in Burning and attendance was so sparse yesterday, casting it wouldn't have left many in the audience.  More important, it's actually an allegory with a particular slant, and I'm not sure this group would be receptive.
I asked Sheila and Meryl, both in my acting class, to read A Conversation and they did a fairly credible job.  However, this is a "mood" piece that rests heavily on nuances and I've decided to substitute The Truth, The Embellished Truth, and Nothing Like the Truth for inclusion in our upcoming show.
Show?  What show? The one we're having in June.  This was decided after a wide-open, free-for-all bitch session where everyone talked at once, mainly about whether to get a steady dramateur or have Ed S. do it when he's available.  I think--if I got the drift--the latter won out.
A guy named Tom was there, whom I hadn't met before.  I chatted with him and he submitted a very short, two-character kind of existential piece. He and Jim L. were the only males present and Jim had a cold, so Tom took which the other part himself.
We then sat though a l-o-o-n-g, fearfully overwritten piece by Linda S. involving a mother-daughter duo, Nigerians, and dueling penises or something.  There were actually some very funny bits, but it was marred by its length and several distasteful racial cliches. Linda, of course, would never agree to cutting a line or a word from her prose.  As all humorless bores do, she takes herself very seriously--Virginia Woolf among the Philistines.
It started to snow right before we left and that scratched our dinner plans.  It was too early anyway, so I dropped Aline off after we decided on an outing next week.