"Greater Tuna"

We went into town this afternoon with friends J & J, to see a play in the community theatre which holds all of 150 people. With such a small audience, all of the seats are "good" seats.

"Greater Tuna" (a pun on the phrase Greater New York) was written by Jaston Williams and Joe Sears, and we have seen those two men perform their "Tuna, Texas" plays at the 1894 Opera House in Galveston. Tuna is the mythical teeny-tiny Texas town where the characters live.... and all the characters are played by the two men (Jaston and Joe) with a series of quick-changes and clever dialogue.

After seeing Jaston Williams and Joe Sears perform, the play tonight was a bit disappointing-- for us, but probably not for anyone who hasn't seen the original duo. The southern Texas humor was there tonight, but the voices of certain characters (like Petey Fisk and Didi Snavely)... the guys tonight just didn't have those voices down with the same oooomph that Jaston and Joe uses to carry them off.

However...... the funniest part of the play was when one of the characters (Pearl) comes out to feed her chickens, and talk to them....... both my husband and I and J & J just cracked up laughing so loudly because I go out into my own yard countless times during the day to check up on the chickens, talk to them, bring them bits of food.... it was just so funny. (I guess you really had to be there.)

We had planned to go out for dinner after the play, but when I called the local cafes to see who was open--- no one was open past three o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. The play started at 4:00. We decided the best thing to do was to have a nice lunch here....... J & J brought baked salmon and salad, I made zucchini pie and glazed carrots. The dining room is all decked out for Halloween (and has been since the first of September) so we turned it into a festive lunch.

This is such a pretty little town....... but if you're looking for a dinner out on a Sunday evening, you'd better plan ahead..... and start calling up all the small towns around here to see who's open and who's closed. Mostly, anyone who is open on a Sunday has gone home by 3:00 in the afternoon: our own little version of Tuna, Texas.