Hospital Food

Dear Imaginary Friends,

Gone are the days when food served at hospitals was enough to make one run out of a room shrieking and barefoot, hospital gown flapping behind, wildly.

I remember back in the day being served rust flavored liver, shepherd's pie, (containing real shepherds), and jello in red eye gravy. Ewwww.

Today, it is more about purple Peruvian lentil tacos and edamame, with smoothies to wash down the new age food. You can custom order at Fairfax Hospital the following: Soft drinks, pizza, ice cream, cookies and chocolate layer cake. Any time of day or night! Are they kidding me? That diet might actually give a girl a reason to live, as opposed to the death by shepherd's shoe leather. It implies that the patients are actually encouraged to eat and drink.

Maybe civilization has truly arrived at the very best time to be alive, in the history of the planet. The unthinkable has occurred.

Your imaginary friend,
Patsie

Civilization (All You Can Eat)

Dear Imaginary Friends,

Last night, we attended a thought provoking, if strange play entitled, Civilization (All You Can Eat).

It was written by Jason Grote, a German-American with great stage credits; he currently writes the new TV show named Smash.

Grote's play features all of the following: 

A large hog who ends up eating a vegan!
A ballet done with shopping carts from the supermarket!

A runaway and her ne'er do well mother, family relationships, excursions into the meaning of life, consumerism, capitalism, adultery, theater, advertisements, religion, Twix candy bars, processed food, Facebook, President Obama, race relationships, etc.

The magic happens when Grote ties all these threads together at the end.

The play is produced by Woolly Mammoth, a local Washington, DC, theater with some of the most daring productions in town. If you are looking for the umpteenth production of Hamlet, don't come here!

Your Imaginary Theater Fan,

Patsie

The Gentleperson's Sport of Croquet

Deni and Virginia Show How to Fashionably Hold Your Mallet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEra Imaginary Reader,

 

 

I believe that there would be fewer world wars if everyone would take up the slow paced game of croquet.

Not only can everyone play, but one can wear elegant clothing while doing so, and act highly civilized. (See above) As civilized as scones and tea. As civilized as your grandmother's silver flatware service.

Let's put away the violent video games like "Kill My Granny" and "Deathtrap on Cannibal Island". I encourage you to go outside on your front lawn this minute, and wear your Sunday finest while taking a leisurely game in. What was that you said? It is midnight? Well, then, that will winnow out the competition, and noone will witness your bad shots.

Think happy thoughts, and get some fresh air.

Channel your road rage into whacking that wooden ball so hard it flies through the hoop. ALL while looking your very best!
Cheerio,

Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie