After most rehearsals, most of the chorus/cast/etc goes out somewhere. I don't usually go (it's not a terribly good idea when you have to get up at 6am the next day) but last night I tagged along.
The eatery of choice was Fra Giuseppe, and the decision took a surprisingly short time to make (usually there's at least twenty minutes involving a litany of restaurants and 'But I don't like it there' and 'But their food isn't very good' before anything approaching a consensus can be reached).
We all were rather... ripe... after a very energetic dance rehearsal, but we were able to sit outside so it didn't matter. As more of our number trickled in, we had to keep commandeering more tables and chairs, but eventually all twenty-plus of us were seated.
Most people had ftira or wraps, and the food looked quite good. I didn't eat because I'd just eaten before rehearsal and wasn't hungry, but all reports were good so I'd like to try it some other time.
The undisputed highlight of the evening was the chocolate fondue which one of our number ordered. It came with four skewers, a plate full of marshmallows, and a small bowl of chopped nuts. Pretty soon, skewers were being passed around the table, and the fondue was a big hit. A certain member of the chorus (who shall remain nameless) even dispensed with the skewers entirely but then discovered that hot melted chocolate can burn fingers.
I have made a pact with a fellow chorus girl (who also abstained from the nutty chocolate-dipped marshmallow confections) that once the Panto is over and all threats of revealing costumes are behind us, we will go back to Fra Giuseppe and over-indulge in chocolate fondue. Roll on January!
The nice thing about going out with a bunch of musical theatre performers is that there's often free entertainment provided by your dinner companions. Last night we were treated to an acapella concert by three of the guys. They started off with some good old-fashioned bop-she-wop, then headed into eighties pop, and wound up doing techno.
We finished off the evening by serenading the neighbours with a song from a musical (ain't gonna say which song because all Panto content is top-secret because of The Competition) and then we dispersed.
All in all, a nice relaxed evening, thoroughly deserved after all the energy we expended hurling ourselves around the dance floor.
I'm off to dream of chocolate-dipped marshmallows.
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