Monday, June 20, 2005

Monday, June 20, 2005
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and humid

I overslept yesterday and barely made my train to get to the show. I didn’t even turn on my computer all day.

Saturday’s show was fine. My foot hurts a lot, and the whole leg and back are sore, because, in order to compensate for having to put weight on my foot differently, everything else is out of whack. I don’t want to take ibuprofen constantly, because it’s bad for my liver, so I’m only taking it right before shows.

I had dinner on Saturday with a friend and we went to McHale’s. I mention McHale’s in Tapestry. It’s been around for a good long time in the theatre district. It looks like an old-time bar, and it’s were the theatre pros hang out. Heck, I’ve gotten work from being at McHale’s at the right time. We had a table in the back, ate burgers, and caught up. She’s the assistant wardrobe supervisor on another show, and we hadn’t had the chance to see each other for ages. She and her husband are thinking of traveling to Iceland later this year – good choice!

Shows Saturday and Sunday were fine. Sunday, after the matinee, one of my friends and I went to the Algonquin for a drink. I love the Algonquin – for its history, as the site of Dorothy Parker and the Round Table, etc., but also because the staff is lovely, the drinks are good and the atmosphere is relaxing. In college, I wrote some of my term papers in that lobby, on rainy afternoons, sipping tea and brandy.

Yesterday, we sat in armchairs sipping sidecars and talking about everything under the sun. We both want to go to the new Matisse exhibit at the Met, and to the Pissaro/Cezanne at the MoMa. I’m very fond of both Fauvism and Impressionism, so any chance I get to drink in such an exhibit is something at which I’d jump.

Got home, watched some bad TV, played with the cats, and tried to rest my foot.

Today, I need to finish up my comments on my two mentees’ pieces (yes, I got another mentee), and work on Charlotte, Widow’s Chamber, and Elusive Prayers. I didn’t submit the horse racing essay for tomorrow’s edition of FemmeFan – it needs some more work. It’s too pedestrian now – this, than that, than the other. I need to pull out paragraphs, rearrange them, and add some spice and verve to it. Racing is about intensity, commitment, and excellence. Any essay that conveys the feeling of racing well has to include those same elements.

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At 9:31 AM, Blogger Lara said...

Oooh, I've broken toes before--it truly SUCKS. And I can't believe that guy was SO rude! Good thing you had him removed. I bet he was fit to be tied!

Hope you feel better soon--watch some more bad TV tonight(with your foot up)--it helps.


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