The woman selling tickets turned out to be a hotel maid. Not permanently. She told me she was graduating to become a cosmetician. Another woman was a beauty expert who also taught English. Victoria seems to encourage this hybrid life. Only later did I realize that Maureen and Jack’s little brother Mark, sat directly behind me the entire time. Had no idea. This happens more often than one thinks. Play a show believing you understand the geography of the room and afterward discover half the story was over your shoulder. The show moved along in that nice way where the audience feels curious rather than polite. Mike said the bartender reminded him of Nurse Ratched. She looked normal bartender to me, though in the right light almost anyone can resemble a character from the Ken Kesey book. The room full. Always a pleasant surprise. Victoria had the feeling of a small theatre dream where everyone seemed to play a part whether they know it or not. Oliver, the promoter, arrived looking like he came from a Fellini set. The look suggests he either sells rare art or breaks hearts professionally. Both? Wide brim hat. Colourful jacket. Mike and I agreed on his name – ladykiller. Maureen was there, and her guy too. Mike expressed worry about the husband, you could see the gears turning, how can Bob sing about this? Don’t know how to explain to him age gives people longer catalogues of things that didn’t explode.