despite what seemed...

to be fatigue, I ventured to HERE last night to see the ACT IV take on The Iceman Cometh that Target Margin was presenting. Glad I did, it was much more serious then part 1, and really respected the work. My friend Merlin played Hickey--never thought that he was even closely at the point as an actor that he could work on it, but amazingly enough he was unique---found many colors in the long and amazing monologue that O'Neill wrote for Hickey as the climax of the play. Fascinating to listen to the monologue without the preparation of the first three acts---mind was really alert and ready for it, and Merlin could take his time and find colors in it which, in a real time production of all four acts, an actor might not be able to. Very happy for him----also good to see my friend Sarah there.
   When it was over, decided to go to La Flaca, which, at Grand Street and Clinton, is literally on the other side of Manhattan from HERE.  But I rejected the plan to take the C one stop back to west fourth and then jump on the F or M---instead I decided to walk straight east on Broome Street until I hit Essex. An interesting walk through Soho, Little Italy, and finally the gentrified Lower East Side---all on Broome. Very hungry during the trip, but still did not stop for a snack, wanted to have the La Flaca buffalo chicken and wanted my stomach empty for that.
  Arrived at La Flaca---happy to be greeted by Bob, and ordered my food, hung out, ran into two other people that I know, the famous Flako, who greeted me warmly and invited me to his next event at 3LD arts in July (14) and also Shayna from Friends, who was sitting directly behind me with her boy friend and another couple; they had come from a project at Abrons. Also at Abrons doing some work was my friend Sibyl---whose project I am seeing next Monday---ran into her while I was crossing Broome near Essex. Wow! So many people in such a short time span, joked to myself while waiting for F train (a long time) that I was depressed because for the last twenty minutes I had not run into anyone that I knew. Returned home full (the chicken was great!) and basically exhausted.
What about today...after sessions, not sure, some really good and pertinent movies at Human Rights Festival---those will probably be my top choices, but this could change, as for tomorrow, still debating if I want to go to the Public at 11:30 to get on the lottery for the Central Park production of The Taming of the Shrew, or whether I would prefer to do my normal Sunday "hanging out" life style. Do enjoy arriving at South Fourth around 6, seeing who is there and just letting things happen, but time is short, and tomorrow may really be the only chance I have to see Shakespeare in the Park.
Ah, problems, problems---what an infinite amount of choices I have---often feel that the amount of interesting stuff to check has so many options, an almost garish nightmare of what was hoped for 30 or 40 years ago More on that some other time--the day awaits....