conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

so out of the loop...

You know, Trish teases me for being out of the loop when it comes to anything theater or cinema. Last night is perhaps the best example of that phenom ever.

Tippi Hedren and Veronica Cartwright were at the performance of Caged Dames. I had heard of Tippi because David won't stop talking about her. Anyway, he and Tippi have become friendly and when she is in town, he invites her to a show so she can promote Shambala Preserve. I've never seen The Birds. I know. I am a heathen.

Now, Veronica seemed familiar somehow. But I could not put my finger on it. Trish yelled at me. She reminded me that I read too much of the wrong things. This happens with less a catalyst as well. But not knowing who the heck Veronica was just about put me in the doghouse. Well, now I know. I have seen most of her movies. And, suitably, now I am impressed. I repent of my pop culture vagueries.

I have met Tippi and Veronica. They both seem to be very nice people.