Hey Diddly Dee

Wowzer! You've got to see "The Wild Bride." What a romp. It's at Berkeley Rep through January 1.

Plotnik got to sit up close last night -- Row 1. No matter how you slice it, it's really better to be up front. He is asking himself this morning whether the show would have been so spectacular in the balcony. Don't think so.

He sat next to a very lovely young woman who is probably 22 and is a drama fellow with Berkeley Rep. She was all big eyes about the glamorous life of a reviewer. Ducknik being ill and not in attendance, Plotnik was freed up to lie gloriously.

"How many shows do you get to go to? I mean, lots?"

"Oh, harrumph, well, I, ahmmm, yes. Lots. San Francisco is a fabulous city for theater!"

"Oh. You are so lucky!" (Eyelids batting)

"Well, luck is the residue of design, according to Branch Rickey," Plotnik didn't say. If the market had been open he would probably have said something stupid like that though.

Plot sat in front of his buddies who are usually The Grumpy Guys, and they remained so during Act One, but Act Two changed everything. This is a hard show not to love.

Every actor and theater owner in town was there for the premiere of this one. What a hoot. Yes indeed, such glamour! Such excitement! James, please call the Limo.

"Hey Diddly Dee! It's a Reviewer's Life for Me!"