Today was Lauren's birthday. It was also Alayna's. Here is Lauren, who is a Stookey. The Stookeys are in my home ward, and I love them. All of them. Here also is Topher, who I also love, but in a special professor way. I have to say that it's hard to keep hearing the name Topher, since that's been my nickname since birth. Every time someone calls "Topher!" I whirl around and look for my mom. Or my wife. Or my brothers and sisters. It's Pavlovian. I promised Topher that I would adjust, so I'm working on it.
Don't make me sing!!!
One thing. The house manager at the RSC is a Nazi. And so are her minions! Nick and I spotted two front row seats not being used, so we moved down at intermission. Minion #1 confronted Nick and demanded that we return to our seats. So we moved to another pair of seats on the front row. Minion #2 confronted me and asked why I had changed seats. I told her that my seats upstairs hurt my neck. They didn't, really, but wasn't that a dumb question for her to ask? I MOVED DOWN BECAUSE I WANTED TO SIT ON THE FRONT ROW! She told me I could stay. But then Nazi House Manager came up and said "I understand you have an issue with your neck?" And I confirmed that I did. She told me that I would still need to go sit back upstairs, but I refused. No one was sitting there. She said it didn't matter; the seat was sold and the customer might still "turn up." For sure, lady, ninety minutes into the play! Basically I refused to leave. Because it made no sense! I offered to upgrade my seats, but she wasn't having it. And guess what, Eva Braun? I wasn't having it either! So we finally worked out a deal where she let me sit on the main floor but back a few rows, and she let Nick sit by me, and we had a pole sort of in our way, but it wasn't that bad. And that was the end. I refuse to be bullied, even when I'm sneaking into seats I haven't paid for.