Wednesday, June 8, 2005
Celtic Tree Month of Hawthorn
Sunny, hot, humid
On a NYC street yesterday:
Woman driving a Lexus SUV pulls up to a cop car and asks him to watch the car while she double-parks.
Cop says she can’t double-park, so, no, he won’t watch the car any longer than it takes to give her a ticket.
She starts to whine, thinking she’s cute.
She starts to unbutton her shirt.
He tells her to stop.
I say, “You don’t get special privileges for acting like a hooker.”
She drops the mask and the ugly person she truly is becomes visible as she distorts her face and body (it was kind of like watching a special effect in a sci-fi movie) and she starts screaming, “Hooker! My husband makes five hundred thousand –“
“Then you can afford a garage,” I say, and keep walking.
Ahh, New York City.
Daywork was fine. Chatted with a colleague about the Tony Awards and how much work they are – it’s not about hanging out and enjoying oneself, it’s become working the room and making fresh deals. The conversation gave me the seed of a new novel that I sketched out that would be controversial, but also very funny.
Had dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Vinyl. I had a grilled chicken Caesar salad. It was fantastic – and so big!
A group of 20-somethings came in as I was eating. Four girls and a guy. The girls fluttered around the guy, doing nothing but flatter him and try to garner the bulk of his attention. Yet he was annoyed because I ignored him. Get over yourself! He must have had money, because there sure wasn’t anything else going on there, on either the looks or the personality front.
Show was fine. There are some odd things in some of the quick changes, but, hopefully, I can do them, and then I’ll be done with the theatre for the week. A single show and I’m wiped out. It’s ridiculous. How am I going to do three weeks’ worth of shows?
Here’s the link for the Cutthroat Charlotte renewal:
Tomorrow, an exciting, limited-time offer will start on the serials. I’ll post the details then.
“Belmont Ink” starts today.
How am I going to get it all done before I have to run for the train?
Oh, the train . . .I reach the station last night for my train back. The platform is empty –as in, there’s no train on the track. The signs are rolling, etc. But no train. So I ask at the booth, “Have you changed the track? There’s no train on Track 24.”
“Yes, there is.”
“No, there’s not. It’s empty.”
“Of course the train’s there. It says so on the board.”
“So, we’re riding the invisible train tonight?”
Twenty minutes late, they pulled a train on the track next to it – where another train was already sitting, and made us walk a half a mile down the platform to get on it. They couldn’t just open the train already there? Or pull the fresh train in to the original track?
The level of incompetence the MTA expresses on a regular basis is astonishing.
THEY should pay US to ride the trains.
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