The hills are alive . . .

. . . with the sound of send-up.

If that's Randy Thompson, Bobby Nesbitt and Mark Watson, it's got to be "Broadway 3-Ways" at La Te Da's Crystal Room, and the denimhosen means it's got to be "The Sound of Music."

And so it was on Saturday night, and we laughed and applauded, with Mary-something (Lou? Jane? Francis? I can never remember, so I think of her as Big Red Lips) on our right, and then went downstairs and Debra sang and Patrick played (they're finally back) and we drank too much rum, so we danced with BRL until our feet fell off.