Saturday Afternoon

Ah, the sigalert.com page showed the north side of the 405 moving at real freeway speeds. Not so good on the south side, but we wouldn't need it until later. So we sped up the traffic lanes and entered Westwood Village and a parking garage to see a matinee at the Geffen.
We followed some folks to what I thought was a stairway to the street, but instead, it was to a bank of elevators with only one working car for the garage to the street. No stairway? The doors opened at the blink of the light and the slight metallic sounding ding. All 10 of us got on. It took way too long of a second getting started, but we only had 2 floors to go, so my claustrophobia was in check. When it stopped, I thought we were there, but it was only at the next floor and two people were waiting. I said, "It's a little full." Someone in the back says, "We can get 2 more on." Thankfully, the people waiting begged off. As the doors slowly closed and I waited that agonizing second before the elevator started again, I heard a nasty rattle in my head about it being hot in there, and what if the elevator gets stuck. A few seconds later, we gratefully got to our floor without incident. Am I normally this neurotic? Not always, but when the conditions are ripe, watch out. Because when these feelings start forging in my head, it's like lava rolling from my innards waiting to explode at the surface of my skin. Yucky.
Crisis averted, so we walk a short half block to the ivy covered brick opening of the Geffen and see lots of people sitting in the sun and shade surrounding the fountain and talking leisurely, looking to see who is there. Me, too. Imagine, a county of 10 million people and I don't recognize anyone. (Later my hubby tells me he saw Gina Davis) We stand in line at the bar and I'm debating on a boozy drink or ice tea. I hear a woman's voice behind me say, "oh champagne." And I say, "oh champagne." I turn to her and tell her what a good idea. She is a pretty blond wearing a tangerine colored dress with lace cut outs around the neck and shoulders. She tells me, "with champagne there is always a celebration."
We ordered 2.
Our seats were in the center, just like I like it, and the play began. I got tickets to this play because of Chris Noth, but later found out a newly discovered (for me) actress named Olivia Thirlby was in it, too. I love her. She did not disappoint. It was about behind the scenes politicking during a campaign as it follows conniving politicos and upstarts as they rally with sex, trust, and betrayal. The usual fun, Saturday afternoon kind of thing.
I love seeing a play that hubby and I can talk about for a least a day or two after we've seen it. I mean that in a good way, not the kind of "man, what a waste of money that was." Hubby talked to someone who used to have season tickets, but then found out there were too many stinkers. The last play we saw at the Geffen had us talking for quite awhile, and I hope we go back soon.