Day by day bi-son

Day by day... this vacay.. keeps getting better.

And of course I made a geeky reference to "Godspell" (and it's most popular song) because we just returned from a hokey production of the show in the town of Berwick Maine, at a theater in a barn called something that sounded like "Big Mac Attack."

The emcee told us the stage was built on his grandfather's farm, and it was "either going to be a church or a theater" which "explains why we've shown "Godspell" here so many times."

The emcee/seat usher  greeted us at the door, with an entry of wobbly flatstones, wearing suspenders and carrying a wicker basket stuffed with programs.

Before he even verified our name, he asked if we wanted to see the roaming bison and the piglets in the back.

I told him we did not, but it was a funny coincidence that the exact same question was asked by the usher who showed us our seats in a 2016 production of  Broadway's "Hamilton."

And of course I'm joking.  

You think we could afford tickets to "Hamilton"  that year, when they were selling for way over a grand a person?  

We needed that  kind of money to save up for beach fee parking here in Ogunquit.

The last time we were at this Big Mac Attack barn was in 2005 with Evan and his friend Jimmy, and there were no roaming buffalo but there was a semi professional production of "Seussical" staged there.

I think the books of Dr. Seuss have equal credibility to the books of the bible depicted in "Godspell" but that's because I'm a woke Democrat.

Tonight it's all about Judas, tomorrow we'll try to find a drag queen show,  for balance, which should be much easier to find in Ogunquit Maine than a parking space.

The barn had a nice breeze and the actors had good voices, but once the emcee/usher/preacher did his thing, I was already checked out.

"Jerry Falwell", I whisper to Jim.

He didn't respond.

"The Righteous Gemstones?"

He replied this time with "STFU..I LOVE "Godspell!"

This show had a lot of updated schtick involving Will Smith's famous slap and the Kardashianas, and we laughed and we liked it.  

Especially the travel  to get there, on a totally deserted winding rural road.

Enough "Godspell" for now, I'm barely awake and I want to describe the rest of my day, even 'though nothing can compare to the euphoria of last night's contagious camaraderie with the Piano Man.

We breakfasted at our favorite old haunch, "The Egg and I" and I got a lot of attention for wearing a "Karen..Calm Down!" t-shirt.

There were signs all over the restaurant saying "Be Nice" which I read, in my semi-woke state, as "Bernice"..and I wondered if Bernice was going to be the "I" in  "The Egg and I."

I got the wordle on my second guess!!

Oh, who cares about that? 

 You want to read more about buffalo and piglets, even 'though that ship has sailed.

I finally got my beach fix!

We were back at one of my favorite places on Earth, Ogunquit's Main(e) beach, where the water is a shimmering pearl green and the waves are gentle.  You won't find rocks(like at Wells Beach, a few miles North) or shells or medical or animal waste.

But what you will find is beach camaraderie akin to the revelers at the piano bar, who set up extravagant tents, but I didn't care that my view was blocked: nobody smoked!

I don't know if there's a town ordinance that forbids it--it's been eighteen years since we've been here..but what I DO know is that we spent forty dollars to rent beach chairs.

Totally worth it.

We started to fret around three, but we had at least five hours of quality beach time by then..and Dip n Dots, "The Ice Cream of the Future" that I first discovered here in 1988.  

I'm wondering how the manufacturers define the future?? Shouldn't it have been here by now?

It was such a great day, with plenty of surf and sunshine, with a guitarist serenading us with Paul Simon songs from the seaside eatery, and seeing all the vegans envying our hot dogs.  

In the past, we used hot dogs as bait to catch crabs with, but eighteen years later,  as woke adults, we're no longer interested in catching crabs.

Jim thought the walk back to the hotel was a nice, leisurely stroll, which translated into a need for oxygen for me, so we decided to hop on a trolley, even 'though our dinner reservations were less than an hour away.

This was NOT the Ogunquit we're used to, where trolley fees were a dollar a pop(now they're five dollars a person for a one way trip) and the cars came frequently and the drivers weren't intoxicated.

Our driver left to "get an ice cream" and gave us no idea when he'd return.  Jim was willing to eat the ten dollars he had already paid, when he realized he couldn't easily walk  up the mountain that lead  to the hotel to get the car..because we were LOCKED in this trolley!

He started freaking out but the driver eventually returned, and Jim parked me at a bench that smelled like rotting garbage, but he got the car and we had plenty of time to shower and dress nicely and make fun of each other's craziness.

The dinner was superb(he had lazy lobster and angel hair pasta, I had prime rib and a popper) and the setting was elegant, with twinkling lights and a romantic ambiance.

This vacation keeps getting better and better..day by day...hour by hour..minute by minute..the magic is always there.