Dinner Theater

Given that attending a play a few months ago at the Fort Gordon Theatre was such a pleasant experience, we decided to go again. This play was an adaptation of Gas Light which originally starred Bette Davis, or so I was informed. Frankly I can not see her in this part. She always played such strong female characters ; this one was not. The play was Angel Street and for those of you not familiar with Gas Light it was a cad of a husband married (or so she thought) to a wimp of a woman, living in a house where a murder had been committed fifteen years prior. Two maids; one older, loyal, protective, the other a strumpet if you will, intent on catching the master of the house for herself. The final character was an over-the-hill detective, retired, still working the case because he could not solve it when it originally happened.
As soon as the husband came on stage you hated him and as soon as wimp wife opened her mouth you hated her but the plot was good and in the end the crime was solved and everyone lived happily ever after.
When first we attended the dinner theatre, we were impressed with the food, however, a different catering company won the bid for this one and we were not impressed. They almost ran out of food; no one was there to replace salad dressings, croutons or anything else as it was depleted. They prepared Parmesan Crusted Cod, overcooked with the only taste being the Parmesan. Baked Chicken and the old standby the beef roast with potatoes gratin, steamed vegetables, rolls, no butter, horseradish and something they tried to pass as Béarnaise sauce. The potatoes were fabulous and after seasoning, the vegetables were passable. The chocolate cake from Sam‘s, one dessert among many, was very good. What a disappointment the entire evening turned out to be. Maybe you just can not go back once you’ve been.
One day you are refilling the feeder twice a day to quench the insatiable appetite of your ruby-throated little friend and his harem and the next day they are gone. Early Spring you anticipate their arrival then one day they are there hovering at the kitchen window wondering where the nectar is. They bring pleasure from arrival to departure. The wonder of how they consume so much for their size or how they helicopter in one place or have no fear whatsoever of the cats or how they dive bomb you when you are outside or zoom within inches of your face or just sit and watch you from a perch. It becomes a habit waiting for the sun to come up in order to watch them feed. The lizards also partake of the nectar and unless you have your feeder in a special location, the opossums will suck it dry. Evidently that internal warning or clock has gone off because my little Hummingbirds have flown the coop.
The plastic surgeon of cities is working his magic once again in our fair town. I can not wait until the bandages come off to see what beauty he wrought.