I spent much of the afternoon at the Mothership Barbecue, because the people I know were coming in shifts. First were the theater folks and then the Butcher showed up with my mom and dad and as they were meeting all the theater folks, Sarcastro showed up, looking strangely dashing.
The food was fabulous. Mom and the Butcher thought the ribs were better than the pulled pork, but Dad and I disagreed.
The playwright had meat for the first time in years, just based on my recommendation. Hopefully, she won’t get sick. The recovering Baptist and I were like “You’re just going to have to keep coming back until you get acclimated.”
But the best, ladies, is that there’s a naked picture of Burt Reynolds in the bathroom. It’s hilarious and sexy at the same time.
Go check it out.