Well, I got back from Tucson on Monday night, and I still haven't had time to do any updating.

Obviously.

Even this is going to be a fairly quick entry, but I really just wanted to write something down. Just to let you know I haven't forgotten about you, my wonderful darlings. Tomorrow I hope to write about my trip in full.

I will say that I had a great time and I'm looking forward to my next trip.

I am thinking, though, that maybe I should have gone another weekend.

See, this past weekend was the closing weekend of SWEENEY TODD. I had told Co-Worker Alice (the gal that brought me in on the show and was working as production coordinator) that I was going to be out of town, so I couldn't work the closing weekend. I was a little bummed that I wouldn't be able to go to the closing party after Sunday's show, but what's a girl going to do?

So Tuesday morning I was talking to Alice at work. She said it was a great closing weekend and what a shame it was that I had missed it. She also mentioned that a few celebs were in the audience on Sunday

"Oh, who?" I asked, curious.

"Let me see, there was...oh, Mike Farrell."

My jaw dropped and I stared at her, thinking maybe she meant someone else.

"Yeah, he came to see Amanda and waited for her outside of the green room."

I continued staring.

"He seems like a really nice man. Was he in that episode of M*A*S*H with Amanda that you mentioned?"

Finally I found my voice. "Yes. Alice, I must now cry."

"Why?"

"Because Mike Farrell was there and I missed my chance to meet him again."

She looked at me quizzically.

"You don't understand, Alice. Mike Farrell is not just one of my favorite actors. He's one of my favorite human beings."

I then gave her a very brief overview of meeting Mike last year.

"Oh, well he seemed very nice, and he said he enjoyed the show very much."

I still don't think Alice quite understands.

And I still feel like crawling under my desk and crying until I fall asleep.

Funny thing is, I honestly had a feeling that he would show up to see the show. I don't know why. I mena, I knew Amanda had worked on M*A*S*H, but that was over ten years ago and there were quite a few guest stars that had passed through that show. I had no idea that Mike and Amanda would be friends.

I shoulda gone with my gut.

Of course, when I e-mailed the previous story to my friend, and fellow Farrell-phile, Linda, she kindly reminded me that at least I'm in a position to bump into him, a position she distinctly lacks, what with living in Holland and all.

I graciously conceed that fact, though I could remind her that she at least is in e-mail contact with him.

In case you're curious, the two other celebs she mentioned were Clive Barker and Pia Zadora.

And to think, I missed meeting Pia Zadora. Shucks.

I feel old.

On Wednesday sis Teresa turned 30. The baby of the family is now THIRTY YEARS OLD. And she has a kid.

I know that time marches on, but I think it just marched across my scalp.

(Actually, it's been marching across bro Bob's scalp a little, but he doesn't like to talk about it.)

Of course, whenever I feel old, I just need to talk with my friend L.. He's in his early fifties (though you wouldn't know it to look at him, he looks much younger) and he tends to forget my age. Though I look younger than my (nearly) 34 years, sometimes I come across as older.

Then I'll mention something about being in my early thirties and he'll stop, look at me with piercing eyes, and say, thoughtfully, "That's right, you're still in your thirties. My G-d, you're so young."

Thank you, L..

I'm a woman of many secrets.

Thing is, they're not my secrets. I must have one of the most trustworthy faces that walks the earth. Someone I know, who is a friend but not close, close friend, confided something really, really big. Of course I'm not going to say what it is, and it's nothing bad like kicking puppies or molesting old women or killing a man in Reno just to watch him die, but suffice it to say that it's probably one of the most major secrets I've ever heard. And I've heard some doozies from my friends.

I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it.

My computer is back home and working very nicely, though it doesn't recognize the sound card, for some reason.

I'll just have to remember to mention that to Dad.

I'd love to write about all the lovely new toys it has, but there just isn't time. Maybe tomorrow or Sunday.

What toys, you ask? I told you, you'll just have to wait, you silly impatients!

(Whoops! I think I'm channelling Kymm.)

Tune into...

Uh-oh. These two are now living in the same town. Be afraid. Be very afraid.