The play in Roswell

Friday was the big day for us to attend Fiddler on the Roof featuring Tom and Olivia. We got up and walked around the lake despite Evelyn’s declaration two days ago that she hated doing it, implying she would not do it again. We returned home, packed the car, ate a catfish sandwich for lunch and left for Roswell around 12:30. We made good time and reached our motel around 4:30. It was 81 in Roswell. The room was small but clean. The TV wouldn’t work and there were no facial tissues in the room, otherwise things were nice. We left for the church and enjoyed both the chicken breast dinner and the play. The first act went very well but some dissension arose during the intermission. One of the cast members took issue with the speed of the orchestra’s playing of the dance numbers. A frowny face was drawn on the back of the leader’s jacket, causing him to remove it. The cast member was fired. I thought it was a clever idea albeit disrespectful. We went to Tom and Stacy’s after the show for some wine and played a little golf on their Wii. I played just as poorly as in real life. We came back to the motel around 1 AM and went to bed without plans to return to their house tomorrow.