a rough night...

last night, not because of the oppressive heat, but because, shortly after returning home from Friends, there were a couple of new leaks in the bathroom. Not what I wanted to see---I had hoped to get some sleep before going back to Friends to see the Dancers Responding to AIDS concert---instead I made many phone calls, trying to find the plumber for the building. Did not get any sleep, felt anxious, as the leak continued, but somehow I was able to get my body to Friends for the concert. Remained there for most of it, as always, there were some very inventive moments---but left early to return to the apartment and a handyman's promise to check things out upstairs. He did, moved the leak around; I also got some nice support from two others in the building--and I went to bed with the leak moving full form. However, getting up in the middle of the night, the leak had ended, and, as of this point, it has not returned. I have a full afternoon and evening planned out of the apartment so I am hoping that this part of the crisis is over. That's it, folks.
Thursday evening---did go to see Alternating Currents, my friend Adam's play,left with mixed feelings. The play is about a union sponsored community in Queens---a real one, and what happens when a mixed race couple (a black man and a Jewish girl) join the community. Adam (my friend the playwrigh) has worked very hard on this, and his hour and a half play covers many bases. It is one of his best works, and his ability to look into minority people and endow them with what I think is believable feelings is very strong. I think the play wants to do too much, sometimes issues, of which there are many are simply repeated, but looking back on it, I truly admire what Adam has accomplished. If only his play Freedom Summer, a really good piece were more often produced. It is his play about the training in Oxford Ohio for the students, white and black, who were going into Mississippi to register black voters while dealing with the hatred of the white community. Never has been given a full shot (the play, that is)---what does that say about theater as we see it today? 
  Getting out that night was a godsend. I really needed to do something out of the apartment on a weekday evening. Slept much better that night (of course, it was before the leak).
  Today, my friend Jen's birthday party in Central Park, and then maybe later at her apartment watching the Kentucky Derby, and then, quickly off to LaMama to catch the final performance of Seagull-Machine, by my friends, the Assembly. Tomorrow, maybe I will get back in my "activist" groove, and flyer for the May 9nth forum in East Flatbush with some very important issues.
Will report soon.