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 Pearland, TX Congrats to Tread on a successful Toy Polloy. I'm sad to have missed it, but I had a grand night out with the Mrs. for our anniversary. As always, odd things were about. We stayed in the at the Inn at 1816 Postoffice where we started our honeymoon one year ago. A little loose on the plans but knowing we wanted good seafood for dinner, we headed down the street to check out the restaurants near the Opera House. Come to find out it was a busy night, and you needed reservations. But the host at the Saltwater Grill was more than accomodating, actually flagging us down after politely turning us away when they received a cancellation as our feet cleared the threshhold. Excellent. Very lucky! Great place, great food, busy show night crowd. We were seated second table from the main front window, right behind a table of young hipsters, giddy from the afternoon performance. As we waited for our soup, a man in loose denim with flowing hair escorted two younger friends to the front table and inaudible introductions were made. My wife and I both looked at each other and both made the comment that he could pass for JC. A little old but still... A little later a guy came in rather briskly in what looked like workout gear and a doo-rag and headed for the back. He looked a little familiar too but I couldn't quite place it. Later, after the coconut-encrusted salmon with peanut-curry sauce and a call from nature, I headed to the little boys room, landing a walking spot right behind our Lord in denim. I thought we were headed for the same place but he passed the men's room, I went in. And locked the door. It was a small 2-holer and folks, that's my instinct. I lock the door. Well, he meant to go to the men's room but missed it, and came back to find no admittance, yanking on the door for confirmation. Business complete I exited, apologizing for the inconvenience with a 'no big deal' as a reply. I sat back down and the Opera House across the street as well as the restaurant were filling up. I asked our waitress what show was tonight? 'Oh, it's Jesus Christ Superstar.' Bingo. One day only, two performances, Ted Neeley's (the original JC in the movie) farewell tour, with Corey Glover (replete with doo-rag and workout gear) from Living Colour as Judas. I locked Jesus Christ Superstar out of the bathroom and made him wait. I'm good like that. (Something about me, the notable, and bathrooms. I took a tour of Pinewood studios in England several years ago and as I finished up at the urinal I glanced to confirm a presence to my left...Pierce Brosnan. There's a double-ought spy / Thomas Crown Affair joke in there somewhere but I'm too tired.) Before the night was over we were offered two free tickets but had to decline. I was feeling a bit full and not well, only to get back to our room and promptly develop a massive headcold. Which explains the Niquil and all this typing. And the lack of a segue to tie in rubber bug boots. | |
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