Last night

I met a princess. Her Imperial Highness, Thi Nga, a princess of the Nguyen Dynasty of Vietnam. It's funny, I suppose I should have realized that at one point or another, Vietnam was something other than a French colony and a Communist nation, but I never thought about a deposed Imperial family.

Said princess now resides in Miami Beach, New York and Paris. She visited our city for the world premiere of a musical theme written by our symphony maestro and dedicated to her foundation for refugees. My husband and I met her prior to the performance; she was very gracious, but honestly, what does one say to a member of an Imperial family, deposed or not?

More importantly, my new dress was fabulous.

As for the all important results of the Volcano Lava Death Watch, I have disappointing news. Oh yes, people died, but not a single death by lava flow. Sure, there was death by quicksand and death by impalement, and by the end of the movie, our intrepid band of now-reformed prisoners were forced to abandon poor Spencer Tracy when he was stranded on the other side of a collapsed bridge. But good old Frank, despite having redeemed himself and gotten Father Spencer to marry him and Blind Island Girl, chose to put the refugees on a boat and return to the collapsed bridge. Was his motive to attempt to rescue the old guy? Nope. Apparently he just decided to come and hang out until the island exploded in a fiery ball. I guess that one night in the cave with Blind Island Girl was not all that.