best halloween costume.

dvs-ness

DVS slaughtered the opponents in their final game of the season (something like 10-1); new members of DVS-ness (that's what i'm calling our fans, for now) showed up to cheer us on (C1 and C2). no patrick-instigated-wave this time, but i eagerly await its return. always glad to have friends show up at the games (schedule for next season should be up this week).

the look of terror.

when people cut in and the dancer isn't ready to be cut in on...

the family on the deck.

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What a dog!

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What a face.

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chicken and snickers.

sminows of the night:

but can you hold a harmony?

chicken and snickers.

that's why I gave up black men.

oh, he's the bigger gentleman in the kitchen.

people are googling my name all the time; they're stealing my name - come on!

oh the pressure...

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the room just got minowed.

let me say just One thing.
so you guys, this song is going to take a lot of breath support.
that sounded better last time.

on justin timberlake...

"the BEST thing about him is that he loves his mother" - s. minow quote of the night

when else do you get to sing "pressure" and "no one is alone" in one night?

yet another

"you sound really good on THIS song" - s. minow quote of the week

Ain't Betty Album on iTunes

Our band, Ain't Betty, has released its first full-length cd, THIS IS AIN'T BETTY - now available on iTunes! it's in all their world stores AND it's available in iTunes Plus (at 256 kbps and DRM-free - for the audiophiles). let's get us on the charts, y'all!

the album should be available at emusic.com soon, as well.

click here to see (er, ...buy) us on iTunes (USA)

broccoli club reviews.

this link will expire when the show closes: see a play dot com

sacramento bee did a story on ruth owns: here

sacramento bee review (3 stars): here

dvs take on dad's night out

the FANS came to their second game, and rooted us to a 5-4, sunday night victory.

the next morning...after they "inadvertently" forgot to invite us to brunch

post-show shenanigans

by night he makes lemonade


midnight non-bikram yoga


someone knows he's stylin'


hiding from birds


no, don't take the picture. stop. don't.

and because i don't want to make empty threats.

i present to you the most fierce (dare i say fiercest?), nameless tennis adversary in norcal (don't let the smile fool you):

BROCCOLI CLUB SPECIAL

TWO-FOR-ONE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT SPECIAL
this thursday's performance, oct 11 at 8pm will be offering 2-for-1 tickets for high school students. all they need to do is bring a student ID (it will be $16 for 2 tickets).






also, for those interested, there will be a talk-back after the saturday matinee on oct 13, where audience members will get a chance to hear about the creation/producing/orchestrating/staging of a brand new musical.

quote of the week.

"I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of people coming up to me and telling me how great my performance was" - S. Minow, on why he forgot our poor friend at the theatre.

the russians play cheap(ly)

bizarre for a 10:25 pm indoor game, our fans tonight nearly outnumbered our player. they may have been the catalyst we needed to combat the (overly) agressive opposing russian team. the game was officiated poorly (just ask patrick, steven, margery OR clocky, as they all will confirm) and the other team fouled consistently without as much as a warning. no yellow cards. no penalty kicks after i got taken out in a one-on-one going at the goal (this is a standard rule for our league). i was furious with the ref as he allowed them to push their way back from being down 5-3 to tying us 5-5.

so the following hilarious conversation ensues, which i am retelling because, well, i after trying to complain with such integrity and passion for (what i thought was) my team's unfair result, he completely outwitted me.


me (to the complex owner): please tell the ref that getting taken out on a 1-on-1 going to the goal is a card. And a penalty shot.

owner: i didn't see the play.

me (to the ref who is now there): how could you let those fouls go on?

ref: i was trying to let you play advantage.

me: it was the amount of fouls you let happen without carding anyone. there was no repercussion for them. you just let them foul over and over again. did you see how many times i got fouled?

ref: it's a fast game. i can't keep track of who is fouling who (sic).

me: what?! you're the ref. that's your job.

ref: i don't know what to say. i can't keep track of all those players.

me: well, then maybe you shouldn't be reffing.

ref: you're probably right. i probably shouldn't be reffing. you want to do it instead?

me: (silent, realizing there is no comeback) ok. i'll see you next week.

what do you say to that? he admits he sucked. & i'm sure my (out-of-character) verbal harassment of the ref was due to the espresso i drank at the late hour of 10pm and i'm sure i ended up looking like a sore loser and complainer. but his delivery of "you're right. i probably shouldn't be reffing" just about slayed me. i could no longer grimace about the unfortunate tie game.

but those overweight, fouling boys from my home land better be ready for a rematch in the playoffs.

i'd say i've hardly aged...

more broccoli.