Hands On A Bagel

"Hands on a Hardbody"

In La Jolla, it's very goyisha. Hard to find a bagel or a slice of kugel. But it's pretty, oh so pretty. You've got the sea and the trees, the nature galleries. Wolfgang Puck has a place called Jai, a few doors away from the La Jolla Playhouse, where thespians bound for the Great White Way strut their stuff.  Last night we saw "Hands on a Hardbody," a musical about a truck and the people desperate to win it. The chance to see the elegant redhead called Connie Ray sing and dance far exceeded my expectations.  Devoted gal that she is, she's promised to take me with her when the show hits Broadway.  She has every intention of making me her understudy, despite any objections she may encounter from the producers, cast members and the theatrical community at large. To the casual observer, the SJG understudying Connie Ray might appear to be a stretch. A big one.  Connie Ray is a tall drink of water, whereas I'm a short sip of seltzer.  Nonetheless, I'm ready to step in at a moment's notice.  That's the kind of gal I am, always happy to help a friend.