The Producers was hysterically funny and a wonderful experience. Susan and Walter picked me up and we had lunch first, along with about 20 other Sunrise Bayers, at L.A.'s in Manahawkin. (I had flounder, sides, and a beer, but passed up the rolls and cheesecake.)
The show was about the funniest I've ever seen. It was full of action: singing, dancing, slapstick, crazy situations, and laughs. Guaranteed to insult almost everybody--liberals, conservatives, gays, women, old people--it managed to come full circle and anger nobody. The whole thing was so snappily written, so perfectly timed and put together, so enthusiastically performed, that it was a joy to see. Synopsis: Down on his luck producer meets timid young accountant, who tells him more money can be made from a flop than a hit; they find world's worse script (Springtime for Hitler), hire world's worse director and, of course, the show turns out to be--sure, a hit. One absconds with a gorgeous Swedish dancer, other goes to jail, then things are sorted out, and all prosper in end.
Didn't get home until almost 6:00, and had words with Pat, not because of my arrival time, but on a topic too inconsequential to believe it was the real reason for the words. After a long talk with Alison later, things improved. Followed my usual evening routine, turned in at the usual time, and slept like a log.
Today, Marge and I are tentatively scheduled for lunch. Hope she remains well enough, as I'm anxious to see her, but after that, I'm ready, ready, ready to have a little down time.