The past two days at the good ol' LSDT have been rather interesting. I kid you not: Chief Supreme Court Justice William Rehnquist brought his daughter and two granddaughters to see Fiddler today (one of whom was turning13, so that may have had something to do that).
Yesterday, the Secret Service watched the show and checked out the facility. I'm glad they did as there are gunshots in the show. I can see it now: the Russians come in to bust the wedding up, a gun fires, and a ton of folks reminiscant of the Men in Black promptly pile on them into submission. The wedding goes on peacefully, and Anatevka lives happily ever after, but remains suspciously nervous of Tevye from then on.
Forget what you see on TV. Secret service guys don't talk in monotones and tell you to shut up every three seconds. In fact, only ONE of them had a bonafide black suit on. They were very pleasant to talk to, easy to interact with on any level, and very professional. I'd have one over at my home any day of the week they were so cool - no foolin'! (But they'd have to sleep on the couch, and bring their own stuffed animals.)
Mr. Rehnquist wanted to have a nice peaceful evening with his family, and, as Andy put it, just be "Bill" for the night. (Just a Bill sitting on the steps of Capitol Hill...? Anyhow....) So we obliged him, and made sure that the only person who even figured out why all these men with earpieces were standing around was couteouly informed that we didn't want to point out his table. Also, of some not, I believe that his reservation was made at the last second for the obvious reason of keeping his profile low.
Since I was about helping out (by compulsion I assure you) with the bussing of plates and bus pans, I got a chance to see if he was enjoying himself, and talk for a minute or two. I pleased to say that he and his famiy reported being very pleased in every respect, and were having a great time all around. In general, all politics aside, he and his family were really really nice people.
I'd say I'd vote for him, but since Supreme Court Justices are nominated by the President for life (in this case, Nixon), I'll have to abstain.
In other news, I blew a tire out on the way to work. All that auto mechanic knoledge, and I always end up back to basics: oil and tired changes and basic tune-ups. Much like a cook has to always boil some water to get many a dish started.
Say, have I ever mentioned that I majored in psychology and minored in auto mechanics in college? Naturally, this led to me becoming and actor and a stage manager who dresses up in a blacklight-reactive kitty wig whilst wearing 9" platform heels. Perfectly logical, right?
xkyx had a smurfload of tables treat her less-than-chivalrously today. It still boggles my mind to witness a table of 4 people consume two full sugar racks and a plate of sugar. Fallonylado to that!
Made an attempt to translate all of the instructions and bells and buttons and whistles to
wikkidgothbabe and I's new digital camera. But time didn't present itslef again thanks to the extra semi-hosting shift for me. I'll have to wait until Monday at this point.
Time for sleep! Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting chapter of "Sasha Shame"!!!