I was told that I was missed, and I must admit, I enjoy that - sometimes I wonder if people notice my presence or not (I know I'm hugged and love dwhile I'm there, but do I cross the minds of folks when I'm gone); but I was missed...especially when it was time to unbutton the house in the morning.
My favorite part of the weekend was when Biggins got really drunk and wandered around partially clad from the Bell. First no pants…then pants but hardly a shirt and then finally shirt with pants, but his shoes on the wrong feet passed out in front of the porch, only coming-to when it was his turn to join in, in song.
FIRST: I wish I didn’t have to say this, but of course I do…the ever-crafty M. Dumphy that portrays Biggins (as well as Brown and the Vicar) was not drinking…in fact, to quote a number of acting types I know, “You can’t be drunk and play drunk…not successfully.”
Second: I’m not sure what was better, watching his mind at work getting ready for his big entrance(s) or watching the people as they realized he was out and about in his drunken state.
Found that too much drinking led to too much talking on my part; in vino veritas, which apparently applies to more than just vino. Luckily I run off at the mouth anyway – so it’s not much different than any other day.
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