The Day after....

Thanksgiving.....kind of an easy day---maybe will go to La Flaca tonight, to check on my friend the owner, Bob. Of course, he may not be there---still, like the idea of an improvised day. Could have checked out a movie this morning---but of course. ended up here in the Lincoln Center Library, where I visit the computer. A few reports.
  Wednesday, Describe the Night, at the Atlantic---finally, a play in three acts and two intermissions---wow!---unfortunately, I was gone after Act II. Why, did I hate the play? No, on the contrary, I admired its scope and its ambition--trying to take a theme through a hundred years of history. But the playwright's dialogue was arid---for me it simply could not sustain the power of the vision. The production---the usual "Atlantic" delivery---the actors in that space, really don't perform the play, they seem to "deliver" it---that is, although the actors are very good--there is a mechanized, closed quality to their performances. As I left, I saw the playwright in the downstairs lobby---too bad, he seems like a nice guy---I have liked some of his other work---but something in what I saw was so (I hate to use this word) "deadly". Well, it will be interesting to see how the critics receive it--there have been other plays at the Atlantic that I have not liked--and they have done well.
   Yesterday--the traditional Thanksgiving dinner with my relatives in Prospect Heights Brooklyn. I have been going to the house of my cousins Kayla and Stan for 26 years now, and I am really greatful for their invite. I usually have a good time, but yesterday did not end well. Why?  A small group, rather limited in conversation---and to add to that, for some reason, after the turkey (which I really enjoyed) I felt completely stuffed. Three participants were of the same family, and they yakked endlessly about people they knew--I simply lost interest---actually became frustrated was a better way of putting it---and felt I had to leave. Plus, if I took even a morsel of food in my tummy (desert had not yet been served) I felt that I would burst. So I left quickly, hopefully not alienating anyone, and, after toying with the idea of checking out a movie, had a "crash" moment on the Q train---felt very tired. So I took the train to 57th and 7th, and found my way home--asleep very quickly. Still, I must admit, I am getting less and less tolerant of listening to conversations that, in my opinion. lack "depth". How will it play itself out at the next party I attend. Dont't know, will find out at some point.
 So again, tonight is a bit of a mystery---some interesting theater to check out, but most of it begins next week. Will report on all, tomorrow