In fact, the show was hysterical. From the antics of the audience (farting, waving program visibly during fog scene) to the extremely gay (and yet still only 8 years old) Fezziwig to the bizarre appearance of Aladdin and the Three Musketeers, I found it a riot. Especially rich was the scene in which 10 year old Bob Cratchitt poured "gin and lemons" to his five children (in the book!), including a huge snifter to Tiny Tim, and the seven actors all drank it and made gagging noises (this, not in the book). Scrooge was cross-cast as a 14 year old female "Aunt Ebeneza," which facilitated a fantastic, yet, I believe, accidental scene at the end of the show in which a much younger boy admonished her to "Go out and be the best man (stares with actress with dread...) or woman ... you can be." There also took place this fantastic exchange, when she returned to her bedchamber where the flourescent yellow Ebeneza Scrooge tombstone remained in its place from the previous scene. A strange boy appeared from behind the curtains and, as if it intentional, moved the tombstone behind its stand. Ebeneza finally turned to face him. "What day is it?" In his horrible English accent, the young boy responded, "Die?" ("Yes, Die, we all shall Die! Did you not notice your tombstone in your bedroom?") As if correcting his horrible pronunciation, the actress repeated, "Yes, what day!" The answer of course was "Christmas Die," the holiday we have all come to dread. As the show came to an end and the actors took their bows (and hit each other), little tears had beaded up in my eyes ... and yet not for the reason the cast might have intended. (In the Q&A session afterwards, one girl responded that the lesson she'd learned from doing the show was that "Christmas wasn't just about getting stuff ... it was about hanging out with people and eating, too.")
Afterwards, we went to Cathy's house for her Christmas party, which unsurprisingly found us playing Chez Geek with MikeAndNina and geothermal, then The Great Dalmuti with same plus a few. Somehow the next thing you know I was lured into drinking a shot of tequila and then I was making up more Yuletide Drinking Carols, getting in a very nice second verse for "Here Comes Winterbrew," and listening to all of Cathy's singer friends harmonize delightfully in the hallways of her house. It was incredibly lovely, and as I walked to the car I thought that not having picked up the guitar in more than five years was a criminal waste - so many things I could do with my life and so little time!