New Hampshire’s Old Man of the Mountain fell on Saturday. Very sad. It was even on their state quarter. The before and after pictures are upsetting. I’m just kind of sad I never got to see it. Though it’s not like it was one of my priorities in life.
1776 was very good. Ben Franklin wasn’t fantastic, but he was serviceable. The John Adams was the hottest John Adams ever (though he was too tall for the part; he was taller than Jefferson). And Tom Jefferson? Also very nummy. True, we were surrounded by an annoying school group for the first act (who luckily disappeared during the second act), but once the lady next to me told them to shut up, they quieted down (mostly). Very enjoyable, overall. Sad note, though; Peter Stone, who wrote the book for 1776, died on April 26.
And Alias last night. Oh, Alias. So many questions left unanswered. So many hearts broken. Vaughn, how could you? You’d think he would wait for more than two years. I mean, hello! And I thought last year’s season finale was bad, with all the questions it left hanging. This year? A million times worse. Throughout the show, I kept saying, “This is the best show ever!” At the end? I was yelling, “I HATE this show!” at the tv. But hate in a good way.
Current song in my head:
“I’ll Follow the Sun” by the Beatles
