I ate, I sang, I conquered

I've survived one lackluster performance and two ladies-who-lunch gatherings, although the second was a pretty close-run thing. I'm not absolutely certain it didn't kill me.

I mean, I'm no foodie, but creamed chicken and mushrooms in a patty shell? Followed by coconut cake with that awful boiled icing? What is this, 1963?

More later. Very tired.