If you want to party, let me tell you, Seaford, Delaware, is the Place To Be. There’s a Friendly’s, and a Walmart, and a strip club right next to the middle school! And you thought London was classy.
Okay, I’ll stop burning Seaford, because it really is a nice little town, and also because the residents are just close enough that they might consider repaying the favor and burning my house. We were in town Tuesday and Wednesday so we could do “Billy Lee’s Washington” at Seaford High School for various groups of school children. The first show was at 10am Wednesday morning, so rather than make us all get up at the buttcrack of dawn to be there by 8:30 to get costumed and painted, the organizers put us up at the Seaford Best Western on Tuesday night. As a hotel, it’s everything you could possibly dream: it had a beds, and an alarm clock, and shady characters wandering around at all hours (some of which were in our group).
I was in charge of Charles (of his days, and also sometimes his nights) until Sarah got home from class on Tuesday, so I got a late start, arriving at the hotel around 9:30. I got settled in my room and looked over my score for Carmen (oh, I’m appearing in Carmen with Opera Delaware, I may not have mentioned that; more later) for a while, until Jenny (previously referred in this space as My Illustrious CostarTM) arrived around 10:30, and we decided we’d like to have a beer. So we went a-driving, looking for an open restaurant.
Apparently Seaford basically shuts down around 10, because no restaurants were open, and no liquor stores either. We ended up driving to Federalsburg, MD, in a search for a 7-11 over the state line that might sell beer. We found a Citgo with a liquor store attached, which was of course closed. So we returned to the hotel and to our respective rooms, and bemoaned the lack of booze in our lives. Total time spent failing to find tasty liquor: about an hour.
The next morning we enjoyed the hotel’s Continental breakfast. By “Continental” I assume they mean Africa, because there was hardly enough food for a family of one. They had set out roughly a gallon of milk, some cereal, and, strangely, a waffle-maker and about 20 gallons of batter.
Seaford High’s auditorium is really nice, though, and seats some ungodly number of kids. The performances went just great, and we followed them up with one more at Caesar Rodney High in Dover yesterday afternoon, and now we are D-U-N, unless the folks at Mount Vernon call and ask us to come perform there, which I’m not sure is going to happen because the cost of renting the costumes again would be prohibitive.
Now if I could get the songs out of my bloody head. Rochambeau est bon camarade! Rochambeau est bon camarade! Rochambeau est bon comarade, que personne ne disputer!
Please shoot me in the face.
