Greetings from a sumptuous suite here at the luxurious Le Parker Meridien in New York. The closet has a door on it, making it technically a second room, so I’m just going to go ahead and call this (lovely) single a suite.
I’m pretty damned bushed. I didn’t get to bed until 6 or so. My train was due to leave at 9:29 and I woke up at (oops) 8:49. Fortunately, I packed everything the night before…and this is Amtrak. I board at a station that’s almost within walking distance and I can carry my bags straight from the car and onto the train.
So while I would have liked to have done some fancy big-city things like “showering” before leaving the house, I managed to knock the snow off my car and deliver myself to the station with plenty of time to spare.
I’ve been enjoying the new Diana Damrau CD so much that I Amazoned that DVD of “The Magic Flute.” It arrived yesterday, just in time for in-train viewing. And it turns out that this video is the perfect length for the trip…or very nearly so. IAmtrak can get you from the Boston burbs to Penn Station in 3 hours 15 minutes, and the DVD runs for 2 and 45. Perfect. But I got up and bought myself a breakfast sandwich in the club car, and I had to pack things up well before I arrived in New York.
So as I got inside the Town Car that CBS had sent for me, I was just a bit impatient to get to my hotel. The sooner I checked into my room, the sooner I could find out how the opera ending.
Yes, of course: I’ve read the libretto and I’ve even seen this DVD once before, when I checked it out of my local library a few years ago. But damn, Royal Opera production really is just that good.
I also manfully concede that after a couple of weeks of listening to her new CD and a few hours of watching this DVD I am totally crushing on Diana Damrau.
How badly? Well, no need to exaggerate, here. It’s not like I’m thinking about getting something tattooed.
But if I learned that Ms. Damrau was going to be a guest on the show tomorrow and there was therefore an excellent chance that I’d meet her in the green room, I’d be spending most of this evening rehearsing ways to not look like a complete ass. I think the goal wouldn’t so much be to cadge a date out of her so much as to cautiously defend the 1 in 1000 chance that a date with this woman could ever happen. A .1 percent chance isn’t much, but it’s way better than one in a million and that’s a start.
If I saw her using an iPhone, however, I think I’d be correct to take the initiative. I’d strike up a conversation and offer her a copy of my new book.
That’s just good marketing.
Dinner tonight with Shawn and Lesa King, preceded (I hope) by a trip to Midtown Comics to buy the funnybooks which I failed to procure on Wednesday or Thursday, owing to the slings and arrows of outrageous workload. Then early to bed and early to rise.
(They’re just props for tomorrow’s segment, Ms. Damrau. No, I’m not one of those losers who still reads comics No no no. Unless you dig guys like that, in which case: shall we discuss whether the Thing could beat the Hulk in zero gravity, over a nightcap?)
This is the last Saturday before Christmas so I’ve packed a garishly cheerful ensemble of a black sport coat over a black dress shirt. And I almost took my black dress slacks, before I realized that if I wore an all-black ensemble at the studio I’d better be prepared to be addressed as “Reverend” by a great many people. At minimum, I’d have to prepare an explanation in advance.
(“Oh, the outfit. Well, I’m playing the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come in a community production of ‘A Christmas Carol’ right after the show.”)