hangin out in the village

around Hudson street, after seeing my friend Zach in a play. Many restaurants, some bars, much night life on the street. What I find amazing is that the majority of people that I saw eating at these restaurants (mostly outdoors) seemed to be between the ages of 22 and 45. These are expensive places (or relatively so) and yet so many people seemed to have enough "extra" money to spend there. Amazing! Cityboy thought about going into one of the bars, after the play, but most of them were just about filled to capacity, and you know that cityboy still feels a little nervous going into a new bar. So it did not happen, instead he took the subway home, after a fairly long walk through the west village, and settled for a small ice cream cup to take back to his apartment rather than hanging out. Not the greatest, but cityboy was tired, did not particularly feel like a beer, so this may have been for the best. Who knows what adventures the next few nights will hold.
  Yesterday's play, Worse Than Tigers, which his friend Zach was in, was a strange, somewhat indulgent piece. In Act I, a bourgeois couple who seem to be on the rocks, await an old friend's visit, he does not arrive, instead a wild man cop, who may be the wife's lover, comes in, fleeing from a real tiger who has been let loose from the zoo. If the husband is laid back and extremely passive, the cop is all id and brutal strength. But he is gone by the end of the act, act ii is a duet for the husband and wife as they thrash out their differences an end up (ofcourse) in love.
  Its all a little too much like Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf, and sometimes this seems fairly obvious, yet the playwright knows how to write sharp dialogue, which, at least in the first act, keeps the energy of the play pretty strong. The second act is erratic, a lot of passionate work for the two actors, but ultimately just strokes the playwright's indulgence. Not really a bad evening---I am happy for Zach because he is involved, but a lot of issues in the play are messy and inconsistent---and should have been resolved before the play hit the stage. I can see why the actors playing the husband and wife wanted to do it; there are terrific challenges for them in the script. Still, I left feeling kind of cold---annoyed at the play's calculation.
  Today, cityboy makes what I think will be his one foray into minor league baseball, he and his friend John are heading to Coney Island to watch the Brooklyn Cyclones play the Detroit Tigers minor league team from Connecticut. This is something that I wanted to do earlier in the summer, indeed it would be nice to have spent some time seeing a few minor league games, but it just did not happen. Lots of choices for cityboy. Anyway, this afternoon is the time, and I am looking forward to it.
  That is it for now---just a week until labor day weekend---the "true" end of summer. Where has it all gone? Will report on tonight's "adventure" soon.