You Can Lead a Whore to Culture . . .

At the risk of boring you to death, here are the details of Sunday's performance. One. More. Time.

Admission is free, although they do pass the hat after. Shows tend to run about an hour. You don't need a reservation.

Pivo Vodi is a nice venue, and you should know about it anyhow. Come downstairs and if the hostesses swoop down on you, just say "Theater!" and they will direct you to the "karaoke room."

One of the regular members of the company pointed out this article in a local paper. I think it gives an accurate description of the group.

While I have rehearsal tonight (and tomorrow and most of the day on Sunday), Skittles makes her triumphant return this evening. The week has pretty much gone as I predicted it would with her being

• picked last for teams,
• met with disappointment by her fellow team members ("It's not fair! With her we're handicapped!")
  
• the last one in the pool finishing her laps while everyone else has gone to the showers, and
  
• mocked for being "planted like a NAIL!" during soccer.

Oh, the playground is a cruel place. She said the other kids imitate her soccer skills by standing stock still and then watching an imaginary ball roll by while commenting, "Is that a ball?" She fails to find the humor in this.

When I talked to her on the phone last night, I reminded her that today she would have to pack her suitcase.

"I already packed," she said.

Never mind the fact they don't leave until 4:00 this afternoon. I imagine her sitting on her suitcase by the hotel front door now with her purse or whatever a 9-year-old would have in her lap, waiting for the bus.

Oh, well. A valuable lesson learned. I give her big points for even going in the first place.