after three days...

of  box officing at the Fringe, feel exhausted, but very glad I did it. Hard to imagine the difference in my life before and after the Fringe begins every August. Before; a lot of wandering, trying hard to make structure,
a decent amount of time killing, striving to make every day interesting---after the Fringe opens; Structure, structure, structure---always a place to be, usually a good conversation to have. Already hanging out with those who I have known for the last few years, strange the way we forget each other, then come together and have no trouble "hanging".
Also good time at Luke's farewell party on Saturday. Could not believe that after three shows at the Fringe, I had the energy to make it out to Brooklyn, but I did, had some really good conversations. left sort of quickly, since I was worried about going home by subway, of course, city boy promised himself a cab ride if necessary, but money conscious sole that I am, fought hard against it. Waited on "bus island" for a bus that would take me back to Nevins street station, a really long wait, about twenty minutes. Nervous, since this is the Clinton Hill bed-stuy border, but no problems. Directly to my left, a new bar, full of well heeled, mostly white people, celebrating. Directly to the north of me, still on the island, though a good 20 yards away, was a group of black men, standing outside a night club. Nobody bothered me, nobody even remotely acknowledged my existence---exhaustion continued, cabs passed by, easily could have taken one to Nevins or one of the other subway stops in downtown Brooklyn, but waited and waited and finally a 26 arrived, took it to Flatbush and got on the train at Nevins. Returned home tired, but with money intact.
Tonight still not sure, maybe Fringe, maybe a trip out to Brooklyn to see J.A.'s new work. Not sure yet...