Monday, monday.

First of all, a very happy birthday to sweettoothjonny, chef-in-training extraordinaire!

Second of all, I got the second round of hafla pics, and there are some GREAT shots in it. I'm going to be posting a few more of Flissy & Me, plus a whole bunch of other people who also danced tonight.

Thirdly, I never got around to posting about Phantom of the Opera at the Kennedy Center, which, before Saturday night, I had never seen. There was delightful company in the form of reedrover, tamnonlinear, gsh and his lovely wife, Pam, and teky4lf. Anyway, on to the show... As Abby put it, never date a guy who lives in a basement. Actually, I'd heard so much about the Phantom being some great romantic tragic figure, and... I just didn't see it. Really. So, dude insinuates himself as the soul of your dead father, stalks you, has a mannequin of you dressed up in a wedding gown in his tacky basement lair, and, oh, incidentally, kills people, run away. Run far, far, far away. Do not stand there blinking like a baby deer, considering whether or not to swoon. Run.

Needless to say, the only time I got an inkling of the "romance" of the Phantom was during "Music of the Night," which was beautifully sung. Christine was also beautifully sung-- good on the soprano for hitting the E! And the sets and costuming were gorgeous! But the plot? Um, no thanks. I cannot abide pretty, delicate, "please protect me, you big, handsome and conveniently rich man" helpless females. So I resigned myself to simply enjoying the pretty scenery.

Anyway, that's what I've got this morning. I really should eat some breakfast now.