Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
If this were a Sunday in 1962 (as it always is here at SSUWAT), we should like to be Miss Arlene Francis, trading quips and questions with Dorothy Kilgallen, Bennett Cerf, John Charles Daly, and perhaps Tony Randall, Steve Allen, or Martin Gabel. After our second Bloody, we may very well start imagining that we are...
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Not that she's ever far from our thoughts, but a recent post on Fabulon reminded us how much we adore Miss Eve Arden; and for all her wry looks and her unparalleled way with a quip, let it be said that she could glam it up every bit as well as her more celebrated celluloid sisters.
Friday, June 26, 2009
No surprises - our last "Mystery" Guest (quotes intended) was Miss Lana Turner. That incorrigible scamp MC suggested that he was going to guess "Ava Gardner," just to make L.T. mad; it's our opinion that she had just enough of a sense of humor to laugh that one off. If he had called her "Josh," however...
If the summer stock tour doesn't go well, there is probably an open position at Mistress MJ's place for Sally Struthers. One can always use a good foot massage after a long day stomping over submissives while wearing Roger Vivier heels.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
What's so remarkable about this lady is that she sounds better now than she did in her youthful "prime." We attended the raucous, star-studded closing night performance of Marilyn Maye's tribute to Johnny Mercer on Sunday evening, and we're still reeling from it. Just as Dorian Gray had an aging portrait hidden away, we're convinced that Ms. Maye has a shriveled, croaky larynx tucked in a drawer somewhere. At 81 years young, she keeps getting better and better each time we see her, and that's not just hyperbolic gushing. Her reviews have been nothing short of rapturous, and her complete command and hypnotic hold on an audience is a thrilling spectacle unto itself. Marilyn returns to the Metropolitan in October; we're counting the minutes.