one of today's barristas fancies herself a musical-theatre genius. think Showboat, Les Miz, Joseph and the Colourful Whatchamacallit. or something from a cruise ship. (go ahead, and imagine the cancan dancers.) anyway, with each song that plays (none of which could possibly be categorized as "musical theatre"), she's enjoying belting out -- no, i mean, BELTING out -- the lines. what's worse: she's delivering them some four bars ahead of time. as if to say: "um, yeah, i pretty much know every song...better than you do". 'nuff said.
in other Midler news: there is, at my one o'clock, a woman who bears a striking physical resemblance to Bette, circa 1988. similar build. same long, poofy red hair. i can't remember the last time i saw such a match. the fact that she arrived after the last blog entry was posted makes me wonder just who is puppeteering this production -- supplying far too many interrelated stories for me to concentrate on much else. all to say, if Mayim Bailik (aka young C.C. Bloom-cum-Blossom) walks through the door, my jaw will not drop.
and now back to translating...
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