chita, a vintage dress, and further adventures

Last night the Kroc Center had a gala fundraiser featuring an intimate performance by Chita Rivera. Trent had to go for work, to make sure things were flowing smoothly, and so I put on my fanciest vintage dress(with velvet piping!) and, a-la-Diane McCormack, skated right in.

Chita had a terrific trio brought from nyc playing with her. It was great. She sung a repertoire of songs from her own career, and had little introductions for numbers which were peppered with anecdotes of her friends, all of whom as Trent pointed out, were movers and shapers of mid-twentieth century pop culture. One of my favorites was Here's to Us, a song I thought would be smugly appropriate for a wedding, over the usual choices.

Later, still at our dapper best, we went out to Bourbon Street for a drink. We passed the very Hampshire coffee house which was featuring "Battle of the Romantically Challenges Songwriters." Didn't stop in for that one.
My dress was a fabulous hit at the gay bar, and we met quite a number of folks who were interested in asking me about it, and then turning the conversation around to ask if Trent was my partner or if he was gay. He did look very sharp in his blue suit, after all.

This morning, I'm off to visit Mary in Seal Beach, and watch the Pats/Chargers game. A football game is no broadway legend performing, but she's making her chile verde, and I get to spend the day with my wonderful aunt.