I should stay up and cook more stuff but I'm awfully tired already. I'll have to come up with a good game plan tomorrow about what should go in the oven when, but I won't really bother with that until I've cooked up the stuffing.
The house is going to be very full and I'm feeling quite sad about no longer living in a house where I had plentiful folding chairs, three dining tables, and two card tables (oh, the game parties I used to have!). wendolen is hopefully getting good use out of my old table and chairs. wechsler has kindly offered to bring over another folding chair tomorrow, so we should have just enough.
As usual I've panicked and thought I should just cancel everything twice today and asked, "Why do I do this to myself?" Fortunately knowing a bunch of people are going to show up at my house and will decidedly notice if I am cowering in my room under a pile of cookbooks keeps me honest, or at least moving forward.
I made it out of the house to see Parade at the Donmar, which bills itself as "A New Musical." Well, it isn't really new, and it's actually more of an opera, given the heavy subject matter and lack of tap dancing. It was a way more satisfying experience than Billy Elliot, and yet it was obvious why Billy is getting the filled-to-the-rafters houses. To be honest, I think every standing spot at the Donmar was filled tonight, but, still, it's a tiny house. Every performance was quite good, but ... I just couldn't get into the rather esoteric subject matter. I'm more interested in internal struggle rather than historical moments, and that of the characters in this play was just too slight. That said, the "character definition and story telling through music" was far stronger than last night, and, to be honest, the dancing was better, too. But Venus as a Boy is still winning my prize for best play of the fall - the perfect combination of actor and storytelling. (Macbeth is a great night at the theater, but it didn't make me care as much as Venus did.)
Magic Flute the movie, Magic Flute the Play, and King Lear on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday ... this uncle of mine will leave me a mere husk before he departs!