Party Hearty, dudes!

Boyoboy, is this the week where I get to paint the town red or what? Monday night it was a triumphant return for me and The Lovely Wife(tm) to the new and improved Cast Party at the remarkably aptly named Pink Room (the place looks like a tragic explosion involving a super-economy-sized bottle of Pepto-Bismol hit it). Despite the decor, the sound is great, Billy Strich and Steve Doyle sound fantastic on the ivories and bass, and the talent level is just through the roof. Natalie Douglas blew the doors off the place, accompanied by Mark Hartman ("fresh" from an all-night Tony party and an all-day recording session for Finian's Rainbow), and a running gag involving the final vocalization in "Defying Gravity" had us in stitches all night. Tuesday night involved catching up on sleep, in preparation for yesterday's party celebrating yet another Tennessee wedding. I'm still trying recover the fact that I made quiche (a broccoli/salmon one, no less) for this thing... someone please get me a testosterone shot, stat!
And as if that weren't enough, tonight it's off to meet up with an old friend and her ex-ex-boyfriend/not-quite-fiance-yet-we-don't-think (aka her "Nu? So what's up with you guys?") for dinner and chats.
Hi-ho, the glamorous life...