(the reunion, that is) and it turned out very well. Had some great conversations with members of the class of 07 at the party at Brother Jimmy's. This class, particularly the women, has turned out to be very vibrant. Many of them living in Brooklyn, on land that I have traveled on. Hope to continue a relationship with some of them. But, whatever...? The exhiliration that I felt afterwards left me feeling great, but I was also a little tired from all the contact---the energy was intense.
When it was over, I thought about returning home, but it was important for me to visit La Flaca and celebrate the owner Bobby's birthday, along with a welcoming party for former security person at 199 bar, Harold. Tired, nevertheless I trekked (the only word for it) from the Canal Street station on the Q, through Little Italy to Lower East Side to finally Grand and Suffolk, where the restaurant is. Had to wait about an hour for Bobby to arrive, but his staff was incredibly gracious to me--let me sit and drink water and watch baseball---and I was glad to wish him happy birthday in person when he did arrive at this restaurant. Great guy---really responsible for my re-entry into theater, though he probably does not know it. More about that some other time. Harold, whom I got to know during my many visits to 119 is a great guy. He now lives in Fresno with his brother and is part of a whole new life--he probably will do very well. Very warm guy, gives great advice--I attended many of his son's football games in places like the Bronx and deep Brooklyn, ---but those trips were well worth it.
Had to leave soon after both guys arrived, because the day's events had left me very tired, but was glad that I could wish both guys well. Grabbed the C at Delancey Street and headed home.
Sunday, a strange day, stayed fairly close to home, a little fatigued from the last few days. Gil, a playwright friend of mine, really a very sweet and decent guy, had a play on in a theater on 54street, in a tiny, upstairs, theater. It was a three week run, and I knew that I had to see it soon. I was determined to see it yesterday afternoon, and I did. Gil was there, and seemed very happy to see me.
The play, sadly, was not one of his best. A couple in their fifties. A lot of interaction that is repeated for, as far as I could see, no reason. The writing, really stuck in a place. It left me very disappointed.
I hope at some point I can talk to him honestly about the play---he really is capable of much better and complex writing.
After that, just went home and rested---had to forgo my traditional Sunday visit to South Fourth. Next weekend...? Hope so, though there are a lot of plays running that I might see in the four slots (Saturday afternoon, evening, Sunday afternoon, evening) that are available to me. But that will have to work itself out. Will report soon,
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