yesterday...first the reunion at Friends; second, seeing the movie the Seagull at the Angelica, and third, my friend Bob's birthday party at La Flaca. Quite a lot of action and movement---in a way, going to the reunion, spending all that time (11-5) with graduates of many classes. having many conversations, and then seeing the Seagull movie---truly an interior piece, one that reaches into the private feelings of myself, proved a strange contrast. Yet, as I evaluated this this morning, it all seemed to make sense. The Seagull is truly "my" play, I claim a kind of ownership of it, because I can identify and feel for so many of the characters. Yes, I am sure others claim "ownership" of the play as well---but thinking about it makes me feel that I know exactly what I want from a production.
Then, back to La Flaca, for the birthday party of my friend Bob, the owner of the place.
Now, here I am, the next day, about to head to Williamsburg, putting it all together. All three events deserve more statements, more realization from this blog
.But not today. Time to move on to the next moment in my life. First three days of the week will be at Friends, will report soon.
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