Three down...

and one to go. Long day. Here is a report of the weekend.
 Satuday night: did go to Jack to see William's play. Hard to evaluate---I think the idea and execution are unique---some of Willam's verbal effects are exciting---still the piece obstinately refuses to reveal itself and sometimes goes on for too long. Zoe G does a monologue at the beginning of the play that is amazing---don't know how she memorizes and lives through this long monologue that seems to have no end. The other two actors as well, give strong individual performances. Set is amazing, defines the piece almost as much as the writing; Something that could only be done "downtown."
May go again if time permits. House was filled, be interesting to see it on a Wednesday when, I predict audience might be smaller. Saw William afterwards, gave him a compliment, would have liked to say hello to Zoe, but she was surrounded by others. Left, did not want to go right home, peeked into Hop Hills--the bar that taunts me with its presence around the corner from Jack, but as usual, refrained from going in. Why---everyone else young..? That has never really been a problem for you, cityboy. But somehow every time, you decide to move on. Finally landed at the predictable and crowded Mullanes---good TVs, watched some of the basketball game---no conversations, but felt like I had done the right thing by going in there. Tired as the game ended, took my walk west on Fulton to Flatbush, then over to the Nevins station to take the 2 home.
   Yesterday, plan was to go to The Golfer at the Brick and then visit with Zach, but after a long morning, decided against seeing the play. Had overeaten for breakfast, and was feeling queasy---the Brick, with its one small bathroom is not the theater to feel queasy in. Headed to Cobra Club in Bushwick, welcomed warmly by bartender Andrew and stayed there for a while. Settled down, the met Zach in Williamsburg, we found a coffee shop to talk in---he filled me in on his life, including his performance in Chicago of the Gentleman Caller in the Glass Menagerie. He felt good about it, hope he was terrific, would have loved to have gone to Chicago to check it out, but with all that was going in, that was impossible. We ran the whole gamut of gossip, opinions, etc. then went out separate ways. I planned to go to South Fourth which is where I like to end my Sundays, but it was cold and I was underddressed, figured I should go home and get a sweater---but what then...?  Did not want to remain in apartment, I opted for the Dive Bar on Amsterdam before 96th street. Everyone  very nice to me there, watched another basketball game---had somewhat interesting talk with Sarah, a Syracuse U fan who was also watching the game. She is from Syracuse and a nurse. We had a decent conversation. Conversations are pretty easy to come by at the Dive Bar---food is solid, but bathrooms are rudimentary. Only flaw. Returned home, ready to meet the tasks of Monday.
  Will report on rest of day..let it happen...