Today rapidly became the nightmare day from hell. After breakfast, we both did an hour on emails, then I stayed to work from the hotel whilst hubby went into the NCPA for a meeting. When he arrived it transpired that the whole LX problem from yesterday had got significantly worse. He spent most of the morning and afternoon trying to resolve it against all odds.
Events progressed more than I should write here but suffice to say the air was tense! The tech rehearsal was a challenge and once again our Tech Team were left working right up to the wire yet still managed to bring it all together.
Meanwhile, I delivered lunch to the hubby, gulped it down then headed off looking for a suitable eatery for later. I'd found this amazing place online called Lost Heaven which is on a Trip Advisor as number three in nearly ten thousand restaurants. It took me ages to find it, buried in the now "uber trendy" former American Embassy site along with Phillipe Patek, Givenchy and more and the finest French Restaurant this side of Europe. Once I'd booked they announced that last orders would be 22:20 which just isn't enough time to get there given how difficult it is to navigate round T-Square at night. And leaving the area was even more difficult, I tried three different routes before eventually giving up and going back via T-Square, again not an option at night. I did discover that the security control is variable - some guards consider a Western face as an automatic pass, although others still perform the third degree.
So sadly I will have to cancel my booking, and once again stick to the hotel's restaurants, of which more later.
The performance went ahead and was naturally wonderful. Once again I marvelled at the new soundtrack, which we will hopefully release as a CD. The dancers were brilliant and the lighting and other tech teams made the magic happen as though we never had a problem earlier in the day. The audience was as usual too busy taking photos to applaud at first, but built up to a whooping roar near the end of the curtain-call
We returned to the hotel to grab a bite to eat. Only hours earlier they had agreed to stay open, despite many promises this has been far from certain. We had a struggle ordering the wine from a couple of days ago, but that finally arrived, and then our starter was unavailable - we swapped to Caesar and the dressing was Daz White (you'll have to be a certain age and English to understand that!). Hubby's penne turned out to be spaghetti but my chicken was fine, although the black pepper sauce didn't really complement it.
We finished off with the most expensive scoop of ice-cream ever at £7 for two teaspoons worth, and overcharged wine - but I will fix that tomorrow.
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