Daphne was in Omaha this morning. She was actually thinking about doing some Christmas shopping before getting on the plane. Thankfully she decided against it.
Is this the new norm, then? Every few months someone new takes a turn at the whole rampage thing?
Took Daphne and Thandie to hear Nancy King and Glen Moore this evening (so no, we're not only about exposing the kid to the old European music). Even with all the distractions (people milling about in the lobby, people coming and going, people conversing -- none of which was as offensive as I'm making it sound -- this is Portland, after all) there was something undeniably bright and fantastic about the performance.
My friend Tim DuRoche explained to me that King actually started out as a drummer, and you could certainly hear it in her sure-footed time (no mean feat when your only accompaniment is a bass-man). But there was other stuff to love too. Lots and lots of it.
Beautiful things started happening at 9 PM.
Attack of the Crab Monsters, The Killer Shrews, and The Green Slime.
Back to back. Uncut. Commercial-free.
Turner Classic Movies, how I adore you.
As Daphne said when I rolled out of bed on Saturday morning: "No wonder you're so tired!"