We really didn't have a clue

Gossip Girl has stolen my Gimlet glory! This week's episode features the opening of a prohibition-era style club called, you guessed it, Gimlet. Or maybe Margot Wendice and I started a trend that can be felt all the way from Lancaster to New York City.

On my day off this week, I drove down Old Philadelphia Pike and stopped in the Quilt Museum in Kettle Kitchen Village. I took the tour of the Amish House and Farm, which stands in unharmonious proximity to Target. I watched for the third time Double Indemnity, graciously provided for me from Mark's extensive lending library, and was surprised that I hadn't remembered its similarities to Dial M--only, of course, in reverse. I started to try to think of movies I've seen that share in Dial M's murderous matrimony--How to Murder Your Wife with Jack Lemmon and Virna Lisi came to mind as a comedic, and way more overtly, misogynistic parallel to our play. But perhaps we should all watch Volver again and see just how the tables might be turned. . .

I took this photo of the floor backstage left. These are the markings left over from painting the art that hangs on the Wendice's bedroom wall; theatres are layered with performances past, paint layered over paint over paint--it fades, is covered over, but will always be underneath.

As Halloween approaches, I'm immersing myself in all kinds of horror besides that that I face on stage every night--Paranormal Activities made my hair stand on end for a few moments, I'm gearing up to watch The Haunting while carving my pumpkins, and I was really looking forward to visiting one of the several frightastic locales this town has to offer--Field of Screams, Chamber of Fear, Jason's Woods. Sadly, I don't think we'll be able to get to any of these places--that darn phone keeps ringing every night and I just keep answering it. We played the worst game of Clue ever last night--we thought maybe we'd be above average players considering our current positions, but alas, no. No. We did however, have a great post-show feast: savory pies, carrot soup, poached pear. And a wine, again suited to our play--Sinister Hand.

Weekly Blog Feature: Dialing Through Time

Sometimes, early telephone operators would get to know their customers so well, the customers would ask for a reminder call when it was time to remove a cake from the oven, leave the phone off the hook near their sleeping child when they left the house, hoping the operator would hear any cries of distress, request a wake up call before taking a long nap.