And also this: I have in the last week witnessed two of the most amazing performances of my adult life. The fact that I have not yet written about the first is criminal. The second was just last night, so we’ll get to that in a minute.
Sunday: Itzhak Perlman and Daniel Barenboim. Mom and me. Mozart, Brahms and Beethoven (mom’s favorite sonata!). Bliss. Amazing thing: like watching them play in their living room. Comfortable, at ease, complete trust in each other. Seats: fabulous. Perfect day.
Yesterday: Topolos and Chiles Rellenos* at Frontera. Simon Callow in a one-man show. Magnificent. Beware – it’ll make you want to bury yourself in books for the next 6 months. Virtuouso performance, 50 or so characters, hilarity and mystery and melodrama. In short, all that’s fabulous about Dickens. Champagne and jazz at Pops after. It was a good night.
Now all I have to do is buy a damned tree for Saturday.