Last Night

The usual suspects and I went into deepest Virginia to see The Witches of Eastwick at Signature Theatre. I'm no expert, but this seemed like just another mediocre musical to me. The songs were well sung, but unmemorable. And our front-row seats let us see all the cracks and seams in the productions. Surprising for the usually top-notch Signature. At least it had corny effects (like flying) and multiple crotch grabs.

Dinner at Xtra Virgin was also just OK, and only elevated to great heights by our unstable waiter who performed tricks, such as blaming others for his mistakes and trying to pour a martini from one glass to another--very, very badly. The saving grace: A live girl singer performing Pink Floyd's "Breathe" on acoustic guitar. The coup de grâce: A dense and warm chocolate and almond cake that was so comforting and delicious I want furniture made out of it.