Our Kinky Boots

Saturday night, in honor of San Geraldo’s birthday, we saw the musical “Kinky Boots” at the Adelphi Theatre in London. The show opened on Broadway in 2013 and (this part was news to me) was based on a 2005 British film which was based on a true story.

Written by Harvey Fierstein, with music and lyrics by Cindi Lauper, Kinky Boots tells the tale of Charlie who inherits a failing shoe factory from his father and revives it by partnering with drag queen, Lola.

It was an energizing, hilarious, inspiring, and empowering theatrical experience. (Oh, and we loved it.)

LONDON’S KINKY BOOTS.
MY KINKY BOOTS.
SAN GERALDO’S KINKY BOOTS.

Nanny And The Birthday Boy

We very smugly escaped Fuengirola before several days of heavy rain. We not-so-very-smugly arrived in a cold, then rainy — and now snowy — London. That´ll learn us!

I´ll share lots of stories and photos once we´re back in Spain late next week. We were at the Royal Albert Hall last night to take in Cirque du Soleil´s show ¨Amaluna.¨ Brilliant!

Tonight, to celebrate San Geraldo´s birthday, we´ll see the musical ¨Kinky Boots.¨

For now, a wave across the waves from nanny Mainha. She found love last night (as she does every show night); I find love every night with Birthday Boy San Geraldo.

MAINHA WITH FLOWERS LAST NIGHT THAT WERE I´M SURE
IN HONOR OF SAN GERALDO´S BIRTHDAY.

Old Family

What better place to escape these summer-like days at home on the Costa del Sol than frigid London?!? We’re headed there Thursday morning for a week. (The boys will have “staff” staying with them to ensure their every need is met — and more; the “staff” spoils them even more than we do.)

We’ve booked up our days and evenings with sight-seeing, museums, and theatre, and we’ll celebrate San Geraldo’s birthday while we’re there. Just us. No family or friends. I hope we’ll be forgiven.

This is a photo of some members of my father’s family taken in London during WWII. My father had no contact with them after the war, so I never met them. I wonder if we’ll bump into one of my cousins (or if I even have any).

A Torn Retina And A Spotted Dick?

I celebrated my birthday Thursday. Because it was in fact my birthday, so it seemed like the right thing to do. This is my fourth year to celebrate my birthday here in Fuengirola. It’s become a tradition to go to Sandpiper Restaurant if only to have the opportunity to share the celebration with Jessica, even though she has to work.

In honor of my torn (no longer) retina, I thought I should have a defective-sounding dessert (in the UK, called pudding). So, I opted for some Spotted Dick. It’s much better than it sounds. (Click here to read the original story of Spotted Dick and another traditional English, um, pudding.)

I OBSESSED WITH AESTHETICALLY ARRANGING JESSICA’S STARS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAYS.
SAN GERALDO’S SOLUTION WAS TO SHOVEL THEM INTO A PILE…
…AFTER CONSIDERING A MELTDOWN, I SATISFIED MYSELF WITH THIS.
MY SPOTTED DICK.
(OR AS JESSICA PREFERS TO CALL IT, SPOTTED RICHARD.)
SMILING DESPITE A RECENTLY TORN RETINA
AND A SPOTTED DICK.
And since I enjoyed some Spotted Dick, I thought you might enjoy a Little Richard…

It’s Grumpy’s Birthday

One of the other of the many names I have for San Geraldo is Gruñon. It means Grumpy.

“ANOTHER PICTURE? REALLY?!?”
A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER. STILL FEELING THE CHILL…
… AND SERIOUSLY GRUMPY.

San Geraldo is not always Gruñon. But, when he is, he does it with style and drama — as he does all things.

He also does everything with kindness, empathy, intelligence, love, and a warm and generous sense of humour.

So, here’s wishing Grumpy — my muse, my inspiration, the butt of my jokes, and the love of my life — a joyous birthday.

He’s the reason I’m Happy.

Interesting that Grumpy is the one playing the piano. Just like in real life.