Happy Father's Day

To All the Father's out there I wish I heartfelt Happy Father's Day. To all you Sugar Daddies not so much. The one true wish I always had was to be a Father; all the injuries, all the bills, all the endless hours, but one of the greatest rewards. I'll settle for Godfather and Uncle, where you get all the joy, and then hand them back to the parents when your bored, and head home for a nap. Plus, watching James' panicked, nauseated look the first time he held Liam with a dirty diaper, I realized I would have been on my own.

Promises, Promises was last night. James and I attended the show with Cha Cha LaBucca and his date Dr. David. Poor Cha Cha has seen it necessary to go out of state for dates lately; either wearing out all the Long Island options, or looking for a more superior dashing selection. Let's see there was Boston, Canada and Guadeloupe. Okay Okay he wore Long Island out! James and I got in early for dinner, and James selected Barbetta on W 46th st, because of their quaint outside dining. Well Mr. Oblivious was perplexed by my bogus excitement, obviously forgetting the last time we were there I got crapped on by the birds in their trees. Doesn't that make for delectable dining? Thankfully I survived dinner feces free, and had a very enjoyable dinner. We set off to meet Cha Cha and David at Sardi's for a quick cocktail and then off to the theater. David is just as tall as me and definitely sturdier, so what do you think petite Cha Cha does. He sticks poor David inside next to the obese women who has wedged her cheeks in to the seat and cascaded over into David's seat. Guess we won't be seeing him again! . If you are interested, I was very comfortable in the aisle seat. Promises, Promises stars Kristin Chenoweth and Sean Hayes (Jack in "Will and Grace"). I thoroughly enjoyed the show, and was greatly surprised by how hysterical it was. Sean was extremely adept, especially when he used the audience for his asides. Kristin was sparkling and her voice was as always beautiful. But my greatest accolades go to Kate Finneran, as the overly imbibed Marge, which should be no surprise since she walked away with the Tony. She may have only have been onstage for 15 minutes (Maybe) but she tore the stage apart with her cooing, stumbling and fawning. So see it, see it, see it; as opposed to the Addams Family which we saw while I was hiatus. I have tried so hard to forget that lame, ridiculous musical, that I have told Moe and Debbie twice not to waste their time. The problem with that is they saw it with us. Yes early dementia sets in. I offer my apologies to Bebe, Nathan and Kevin, who handled there parts deftly, but how deftly can you handle day old vomit? Poor crippled David said an early good-bye, which "Have to be at the Hospital early". Not sure as a Doctor or a Patient, and we headed for the LIRR grabbing a nightcap on the way.

For Father's Day, we chose to handle it low-key, to help lighten the fact that Mr. Joe was not with us this year. Only last month did we find out that poor Tom thinks we left his father at the golf course. For my father that might actually bring him joy, but Joe never picked up a club in his life. We surmise it was the open airy feeling of St. Charles that gave him that impression. We once again dined at the the Galleria in Westbury with Mary and Jack, Miss Kitty and Tom. I was fashionably late, with everyone seated already. We had a very pleasant evening, with Tom and Jack not leaving a crumb on their plate. Mary was sure to comment that he never finishes his plate, but she has made that observation every time we are at the Galleria. Bless her heart, she hasn't figured out that only home-cooking goes uneaten. Mary of course like me left room for Sambucca and coffee, like mother like, Well you know.

So thankfully we had a pleasant weekend together, while James now gets ready to travel to L.A. for business, or is it? Well, the private detective will be sure to tell me. TaTa for now