It's A Small World

I've only slept 4 hours, with the combination of the time change and the excitement of meeting new people yesterday. I didn't go to the final show, so decided instead to pop up to the coffee shop and sit outside by the fountain beforehand, so hubby and I could have one last dinner (after the show) with his colleagues before he heads back to Germany.... and re-enters "fest servitude." (that is code for 13 performances by the beginning of April. Aren't we already on day number 9 of March?) An elderly couple** was alongside me, struggling with the containers that were holding their $15 dollar turkey sandwiches, and I offered to help. I asked if they were going to the show and I explained that I had seen it, they would love it, and that my husband would be the one wearing a fat suit, brought in on a cart. Seats were limited at the cafe, so we decided to sit together.

**Isla and Lee were ANYTHING but elderly and genuiely some of the kindest people I've met in a long time.

Turns out, Isla's family fled Germany when she was 9, and found themselves in LA. Upon asking her why they chose LA, she said, "Well, my uncle was a composer, so that's why we came." Her uncle was not just any composer, but rather Franz Waxman, the 12 time Academy nominated composer, taking home the award for Sunset Boulevard and A Place in the Sun.

We exchanged phone numbers and will meet up in Burbank the next time I am here. I'm just saying, you never know who you'll meet pouring a $4.00 cup of coffee in LA.