Did not attend....

the SOS party Saturday afternoon, but did go to Target Margin's workshop in the evening. Trains were running slowly on the way, so cityboy got off at 36th and 4th, and walked (with great haste) to the theater space at 52nd betweeen 2nd and 3rd. He shouldn't have hurried, though, because when he arrived, many were standing outside the theater and the doors had not opened as yet. Finally a little later they opened, and the project: an immersive experience into the Muslim ceremony entitled yogibogeybox began. Non-narrative, totally immersive, it was meaningful to experience and a nice "third" to the other two workshops that were part of this festival. Many people I knew were in the audience, so it was good to see and chat with them after the performance. My friend Sarah, who had worked closely with the creator of this piece, Moe,  invited me to join the group at a nearby bar. A really lovely open place on 47th between 2nd and 3rd, a fascinating oasis in an area that still mostly consists of warehouses. Lots of good conversation; it was nice to talk with Claire B, a very laid back and decent playwright , plus the bar had a terrific ambiance (would like to visit there again) .  Came home late, trains were a little slow, but it did not matter.
  Yesterday, three visits to three different bar restaurants---beginning with Cobra---no baseball, just soccer on the screen, then on to South Fourth where the final soccer game was finishing up so I could watch the end of the Yankee game (thank goodness) and finally, on to La Flaca on Grand in Manhattan. Bobby, the owner who is my friend was not there, but Tom, the evocative bartender was on, and we had several good conversations while I was watching the Sunday night baseball game (thankfully soccer was over!) Glad I went, a nice way of ending the day.
  Today, basically free, but there will be a BAN meeting tonight. We will see how that evolves. No work tomorrow, so might "hang out" after that, but have to see what the fatigue factor will be. Also, should start the library book I took out last week: Jerzy by Jerome Charyn, one of my favorite writers, one who was born and raised in the Bronx, around Crotona Park. In his eighties, as are most white people (or in their seventies) who were raised in that area. How it changed and evolved is another story that cannot be told today. Should take a journey back to the Bronx soon; of course it is so much easier to visit Brooklyn. Let's see what happens after the meeting.