I hate being indoors

Because memories come back.

Ok.... another fractured fairy tale....

Once upon a time, there was a handsome and intelligent young boy.

Aaand... he was morally sorta 'iffy'... but had a very interesting life in another country.

He travelled in theater circles. Met people... jaw dropper for anyone else, believe me, assisted them, and was charming.

But this is more about what he wanted for his friend. Whom he loved.

Love.... is so complicated at times. I'm not gonna make it 'pretty', or disneyfy it... It was very nice. And the boy wanted his friend to rise and shine in spheres the boy had never dreamed of. He had someone in the higher echelons of government, and the boy should have been picked to fill a position he was over-qualified for, just to get a toe hold.

But it didn't happen, because the wrong party won an election, and it went down the drain.

And THEN, a former friend was due to take over a part of the capitol's theaters, and wanted him to be his assistant, and me to be HIS assistant. And his friend said, 'WHAA?' And went to the bookstores to get text-books, in order to even KNOW what THAT was about....

So it was a commitment of sorts.

And then... the man due to take over had a heart attack and died.

And that man was iconic in the theater world.

Things happened that were heart-breaking, in other words. Stuff HAPPENS, you know???

I was just remembering a funny story this evening. All the theather stories. The child and the friend would trade them, and make one another laugh heartily. I should have told that one when I was on a visit the other day. Oh, they know about the Ginger Rogers/Marika Rökk fight during WWII. And all the other stellar people the child met.




But the boy was involved with a production in Vienna, and Marika Rökk was the star. And she was more Hungarian with the accent than Eva Gabor. And everyone KNEW she did yoga before going out to perform, in her dressing room. And there was an understudy, who had NO idea... And the rest of the team thought it would be good for her to go in and wish her luck... so she opened the door. The diva was doing a headstand behind it, and she knocked her over, and one of the best cat-fights in history ensued.

Horrible story, in essence, but so funny in the telling....

I should have told that. Everyone knows her here.

I guess I'm thinking.-... life has many cross-roads, and you choose, and sometimes wonder 'What woud have happened IF...'

Gawd, I hate the horridays.