Tag: Veteran’s Day

Still in Bed and Thinking Clown Thoughts

Around seven a.m. I’m lying in bed going over the assignments for todays Jango Edwards workshp.  Do I have them all.  A song to say, something to wear on my feet but not shoes, a wrapped present, a gag in three… black and or white clothes to wear in the cabaret group piece.  Is there anything else???

We, the workshop participants, will be there to perform with Jef and Jango this evening at 8:00 pm at SATURDAYS SURF SHOP, 31 Crosby St., SOHO.

GO HOME CABRON! Cabaret
“JANGO EDWARDS, JEF JOHNSON and BEN CARNEY in a rare intimate performance.”

I can do it after the babysitter and husband both made adjustments to their schedules.

NPR playing stories about soldiers because it is Veteran’s Day.

In my e-mail the Downtown Clown Revue e-mail blast about Monday’s lineup.  I’m in the line-up.  There’s my name.  There’s my picture.

Character study at the bowling alley

The woman behind the counter of the snack bar at the bowling alley (where My Kid and I joined several other mothers and classmates of hers on this mid-week Veterans Day off) was the slowest counter person I have ever seen in my life. She was a cross between Carol Burnett’s Mrs. Wiggins and Tim Conway’s Mr. Tudball, a careful, deliberate, woman with a comb-over making orders of french fries and other pre-made frozen snacks one serving at a time. When it was my turn she put the frozen breaded mushrooms in the fry basket, cooked them, put them on a paper plate, and THEN put the french fries in the basket, and then the mozzarella sticks. She did this with each person’s order which she wrote out on the order slip without abbreviating any words. The kids bowled all 10 frames including the extra time spent trying to program the scorekeeper, waiting for assistance programming it, and arguments about which boy would bowl on the same lane as the girls Even then the chicken was frozen in the middle.
The woman had thin pale yellow hair, combed over and teased and sprayed and held in place with dark bobby pins. She looked to be in her 70’s (though probably closer to 80 than 60) and moved so slowly and deliberately that another, more competent senior citizen came behind the counter to assist her with the “rush”. I suppose, the Veteran’s Day holiday brought more business to the bowling alley than the Tuesday afternoon staff is accustomed to in this Brooklyn bowling alley that was last decorated in the 1960’s with pink bathroom tiles and primary colored rows of asphalt tiles.
I hope that lady is working for companionship because she’s been enjoying that bowling alley for the last 50 years and going to stop coming just because she can’t bowl anymore. I hope she doesn’t and she need the money.