Monday Musings And Thankfulness.

I pulled my neck this week making the bed so that's where I am in life. Apart from making beds and pulling inconvenient muscles, my computer bid me adieu. Now I understand how the Prince from Cinderella must have felt: the abruptness and timing were unforgivable. Alas, I come pleading that we take everything a tad slower from here on in, although how much speed is really required for bed making?

1. Tech and The Tempest

I had the pleasure of attending the opening evening of The Royal Shakespeare Company's The Tempest in collaboration with Intel and The Imaginarium Studios. Since I like to consider myself a female version of Peter O'Toole, the initial idea of Ariel suspended above the stage in a gigantic screen really did sound ghastly, but the jury is still out on the mix of tech and Tempest because like senior citizens, I too, need to embrace the marvels of the toaster, and avatars.

2. Pumpkin everything

Should "sparkling" and "Malbec" be words that go together? From sips before supper to pumpkin pie pairings, this WSJ article is a testament to reinvented festive traditions and I not-so-surprisingly love it! Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll.

3. Progressive theatre

It''s a theatre encore. The echos of freedom were heard on Friday night after Vice-President Elect, Mike Pence, attended the mega-hit Broadway play Hamilton. I personally love a case of 'life imitating art' and if Broadway players can't deliver America's voice, who can?

4. Monica Geller's 'Moist Maker'

As flocks of family and friends leave your disheveled home on Thanksgiving, there is only one thing on your mind - tomorrow's Monica Geller 'Moist Maker' sandwich. If you completely skipped the Friends era - I can forgive but not forget - get crafty on the 25th folks by recreating the infamous leftover Thanksgiving special of turkey, stuffing, gravy, and "an extra slice of gravy-soaked bread in the middle." This third piece is the "so called" moist maker.

5. A revelry account of one man and five pints

I have already decided that I'm going to kick this week's ass - after the major flops of the preceding one - and in order to fulfil that quota a pint at lunch will suffice. History tell us that writers and alcohol are a match made in heaven, not to mention it's obligatory British culture to share a pint with colleagues while devouring a plate of fish and chips caked in HP tomato sauce, but what is the perfect amount of beer to make you better at your job? One or Five?