Here I am at the Library (Grand Army Plaza) after having a good session with a third grader (she is tough to handle), trying to figure out what to do for the rest of the evening. Just had a very rich donut (the Donut Factory) so stomach is kind of filled, which leaves out (for a while) a beer at some bar.
Not too interested in bars anyway, as most will be showing the Ranger game ahead of the baseball games that are happening. So where...? Not sure yet.
Walked down Flatbush Avenue from Bergen to Grand Army the aria from Forza that the tenor sings in Act II was in my head. Sad, lonely aria, the quintessence of loneliness. Why did I choose that one?
Someone from my past evokes that...? Or maybe just the past in general. Not sure. I remember the slope when rents were cheap, far less bars, kind of more down home. Could I, in the late seventies, have predicted what was to come? The history of my generation could be defined in terms of real estate---if you bought in your thirties, if you saw life that way, you could be doing very well now.
And I...? Well, lets just say....
Yesterday, chose to hang out at La Flaca, had a good time, cast of Sibyl's play came in, had some brief conversations with a few of them, then found out that tomorrow there will be a cook out, after the performance at Abrons. More attempts to raise money, but if I am hungry could well be worth it.
Will probably go, and mix with everyone.
MIght attend dress rehearsal for Jeremy's project before the party; that is the project that Jake and Rachel have been working on for most of the year. If not will see it Saturday.
Plenty of shows to choose from in the next three weeks, probably too many, not an athlete, just a theater goer...have to figure it out day by day...
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