August 23: Life is a Cabaret

Or is that, life is a cabernet? Another strange thing happening with my taste buds is that the red wine is getting a go now.

Gavstar and I went to see a cabaret tonight: A Coward in Las Vegas. When we sat down we noticed the pianist was still practising and scribbling notes onto his score. Ha ha, turns out it was part of the act.

I thought the Las Vegas theme might bring back fond memories of our wedding there 2.5 years ago. However, the play was set in the 50s - back in the "good ol' days" of the mob and old Hollywood glamour.

It didn't remind us of our wedding, but we did reminisce about the taxi driver who waxed lyrical about the "good ol' days" of Vegas - he'd been a cab driver for 40 years and I bet he's got 40 stories for every day of those 40 years. He was incredible to listen to, and though we offered him double time to keep driving us around he said his boss (said in a mafia-style accent) would never allow that.

Today I am thankful that at least my long-term memory is intact, (even if my short-term one has been sabotaged by "mummy brain").