One reason I wrote little last week is that Hubby and I were vacationing in New York. (We chose the hear of August because his musical — The Blue Lagoon — made its premiere there, at the International CringeFest, and we went up together to see the final two shows. It took second place in audience voting; congratulations and hurrah!)
We spent a lot of time in the East Village, enjoying borscht, challah, hamentashen and smoked whitefish salad. And there are a lot of film crews in New York, as you might know or guess.
While still in a beet and poppyseed stupor, we ran across this notice. Oh Vicki: I’m sorry to say that Eat, Pray, Love is being made into a film!