Last night was a mixed experience. The first part was great. We had tickets for the San Francisco revival of Cole Porter’s Anything Goes. We rode BART; no agonizing over parking. We had an excellent Italian dinner at 54 Mint; I recommend it if you’re taking in a show. The evening was warmer than it has been. The show was amazing. The show was fabulous. The production number of Anything Goes that ends the first act has to be seen to be believed. (Yes, I liked it!) Rachael York, singing Reno Sweeney, out-belted every other voice in the cast (unfortunately including the male lead, who was good but not in her class) – a great singer, a great dancer. Musicals like this are the 20th century equivalent of the grand opera, and I love them even if the plots are silly (and they are).
The show over, we rode BART back, picked up the car, drove back to the condo in Adams Point where we are currently living while we remodel the house, and set about going to bed. Time, about 11:45 PM. I shut down both computers and started over to the couch to cool down with a crossword puzzle – and the place went black. I was just realizing that I’d heard a kind of a thump – when I heard another one, more clearly an explosion, and I realized the power was out. I probably heard a transformer (or two) blowing up.
