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ceebeegeeSo, yeah, enjoyed the sun in Central Park on Saturday. I was thinking of something to do and remembered Tracie had a show--called up Mike to see if he wanted to go, but then when called Tracie to make sure she was in that night, apparently she'd been written out of the show. That just--sucks. I feel for Tracie--she said she'd been calling people all day to tell them, it had just happened, apparently. So, called to tell Mike it wasn't happening.
On my way home I had a most unpleasant experience. As I was passing by the projects behind Lincoln Center, three little boys, no older than 8 years old, passed by me, posturing with their arms like rappers and saying "What up, niggah?" (they were black, although I find that word reprehensible no matter who's saying it). After I'd passed them, they started yelling at me "Hey baby, yo, shake that booty," etc. I did an instant boil, debated for a second, then turned around and said "You shouldn't say things like that to women. It's very rude." Turned back, continued on my way--they waited until I'd taken a few more steps (i.e.,so they could run away safely) and then started calling me bitch, cunt, whore. The youth of America, ladies and gentlemen. The land of opportunity--where even children can be misogynistic worthless shits! Gotta love that pop culture!
I remembered that another friend of mine was doing a show--Ryan was doing some gay play on W. 23rd Street. I asked Duncan to go and we walked down there after rehearsal. It was a triptych play, and Ryan's was the middle segment. I found it difficult to evaluate the first segment because it was so hot in the theater I literally almost passed out when I stood up. I wasn't that crazy about the woman who played Verouka--I thought she was too old, and--I don't know--off-putting. Too smiley--her grin started looking like a rictus after awhile. Or maybe I was just too hot.
The scond and third segments were better. Ryan's become a pretty strong actor. Nice to see his growth--I've known him for twelve years now. Aww. The guy who played his lover was foine. Alas, he's gay.
Afterward, Duncan and I went to the Trailer Park--good decor but the menu was ridiculously overpriced. $10 for a fully loaded hot dog? $6.75 for a grilled cheese sandwich? You're definitely paying for the erzatz experience, whereas anytime I go home I could get the real thing in Woodbridge! City Lights--ah, the days of downing cheap beers and potato chips while watching precopulatory "dancing" in the half-light. I love honky tonks.
On my way home I had a most unpleasant experience. As I was passing by the projects behind Lincoln Center, three little boys, no older than 8 years old, passed by me, posturing with their arms like rappers and saying "What up, niggah?" (they were black, although I find that word reprehensible no matter who's saying it). After I'd passed them, they started yelling at me "Hey baby, yo, shake that booty," etc. I did an instant boil, debated for a second, then turned around and said "You shouldn't say things like that to women. It's very rude." Turned back, continued on my way--they waited until I'd taken a few more steps (i.e.,so they could run away safely) and then started calling me bitch, cunt, whore. The youth of America, ladies and gentlemen. The land of opportunity--where even children can be misogynistic worthless shits! Gotta love that pop culture!
I remembered that another friend of mine was doing a show--Ryan was doing some gay play on W. 23rd Street. I asked Duncan to go and we walked down there after rehearsal. It was a triptych play, and Ryan's was the middle segment. I found it difficult to evaluate the first segment because it was so hot in the theater I literally almost passed out when I stood up. I wasn't that crazy about the woman who played Verouka--I thought she was too old, and--I don't know--off-putting. Too smiley--her grin started looking like a rictus after awhile. Or maybe I was just too hot.
The scond and third segments were better. Ryan's become a pretty strong actor. Nice to see his growth--I've known him for twelve years now. Aww. The guy who played his lover was foine. Alas, he's gay.
Afterward, Duncan and I went to the Trailer Park--good decor but the menu was ridiculously overpriced. $10 for a fully loaded hot dog? $6.75 for a grilled cheese sandwich? You're definitely paying for the erzatz experience, whereas anytime I go home I could get the real thing in Woodbridge! City Lights--ah, the days of downing cheap beers and potato chips while watching precopulatory "dancing" in the half-light. I love honky tonks.
