Overload?

That is what I thought when I just got my ticket for The Light Years, the Debate Society project at Playwrights Horizons that begins on Saturday. I was able to get a discount ticket on TDF for Sunday matinee--I really did not want to see it this early, but Playwrights Horizons is not often on TDF so I pushed myself to get a ticket. Ok so I got it. If things work out I could be seeing one play a day from Thursday to Sunday. Pretty heavy, huh? Still I think I will try to see The Tempest either Thursday of Friday, and Saturday maybe go to see the play that my friend Merlin is in at  Abrons Arts. What about Ben's play and...oh well, the list is endless, no point in really continuing. Overload, anyone?
 Today, no work at Friends, after a hectic day yesterday which ended with twenty seventh graders sparing me nothing. These kids are not mean, but they have absolutely no self control, especially in a late class.
 Tonight, if not tired, will try to hit one of three bars that have interest---either the Gramercy. a bar near Friends; The Pinball bar on Union Avenue in Brooklyn, where the bartender is a woman whom I had an interesting conversation with a few weeks ago, or the Starr Bar, where I have always been made to feel welcome. Last Sunday nothing happened at South Fourth; I ran into a loud crowd and had no one to talk to--very rare for that place.
 Some reports: The middle school play was a revalation---really beautifully done, and its content was refreshingly moving and real. The kids moved in and out of the stage with incredible confidence. Certainly the most meaningful middle school show of I have in my at least seven years of attending them. (and that is a long time)
 After that, headed to Everybody---the play at Signature that I was very anxious to see. It is a very funny piece by a very bright playwright, but I really did not like it. The play exists in two parts: a framing device that appears to include the audience (but really doesn't) and the story of Everybody, a take on the Everyman medieval passion play. That is where the playwright fails--Everybody's journey is pretty rudimentary. Ultimately the play is smarter than it should be, but pretty empty. Hung around a little bit after the play at the Signature Bar, where I ran into two "downtown" theater people who had just seen Wallace Shawn's play which was playing at another space in the Theater complex.
They both loved it, and my attempts to communicate to them what I did not like about the play seemed to fail completely. Kind of frustrating, after which I headed to Lansdown Road, a bar I often visit where nobody seems to know anything about theater (good or bad?)  and had nice but expensive sandwich, and welcomed a new bartender who had just come here from Rochester (and no, he was not an actor on the side).
 Sunday, off to the Brick to see my friend Brian's play, He wrote a terrific comedy last year called The Golfer, which was performed by the same group, but this play, Enterprise, while funny, was kind of slight---sort of outtakes from his last and more successful play. Headed to South fourth after that, and you know what happened there.
 That is all for now...will report on the evening's "adventures" ( if they happen) and all else soon