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He fills his head with culture/ He gives himself an ulcer.

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Last night: dinner at Calvinist lawyer's place (homemade pizza and Shiner Bock), then drive down to Lubbock for a civic theater production of A Christmas Carol (lots of fake British accents except for one unconcealed west Texas drawl which drew some laughs from the audience (due to its incongruity with the setting in Victorian London I assume)) then to a low-rent coffee shop so one of the lawyer's sons could play a few matches with the local chess club (an odd place for a chess meeting, considering the number of punks and hipsters hanging around there). The main reason for attending the play was to see one of our parishioners play Belle. I hear that next month she's flying to New York to audition for admission into Julliard, and judging from last night I'd say she has the looks and charm to make it as at least a secondary actress in the movies.

Today I'm driving to Fort Worth to visit Pablo, then Sunday flying from DFW to northern Alabama to visit family, then flying back to DFW on the 29th for a few days catching up with Felix, who'll be in the area, then driving back to the plains on Sun Jan 2. Blogging will be light.


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