Tuesday, December 31, 2019

today is the day.....

that cannot be avoided. New Year's Eve---everything stops until it is over. I always feel terribly locked in on this day. Nothing to do but wait it out---I plan to be at La Flaca when the New Year begins. Bob and his girl friend Kelly are always welcoming---and hopefully there will be some other "regulars" there as well. Will arrive, I think around 9:30 and wait it out. Hoping for some good conversation as the time moves.
  Before that, I might see a movie---I am so behind on them---I will try to see Parasite this afternoon. Tomorrow when things return to normal, my plan is to try to get tickets to Slave Play for the evening. the next day Wozzeck at the Met, the only chance I have this year to see it.
  Yesterday, a horrid day, weather wise, finally left the apartment around 5 and met my friend Kim and Clint at Formerly Crows, the bar in the village owned by Marshall, the former owner of the South fourth building. A nice time, talking about theater---mostly dissecting the production of Oklahoma that I just saw. Kim had some different ideas then I did, and mentioned them very strongly, but I think I got my points across as well. Formerly Crows is a nice laid back place, the staff is very nice; I don't really go there that often---the bar is long, not so conducive to discussions with new people.
  I thought I might see a movie after that, but tiredness set in--instead went to my neighborhood Greek Diner, for a blt which cost (with tax, no coffee or anything) $10.40. Outrageous! The prices at these once "affordable" Greek diners are comparable to any bar in the city. And that was before the tip, which has to be around $1.50. So around $12.00 for a simple blt, with a pickle and some cole slaw on the side. Where will it end?
  Not much more to report on---the Stritch bio looks like it will be a lot of fun, while The Topeka School, the "serious" novel I have been reading remains interesting.
Will report soon.

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