Some recent highlights:
-Beach day!-I recently discovered that I've forgotten two things since moving to New York City. 1, I LOVE going to the beach, and 2, New York is RIGHT next to the beach. It's amazing, you get on the subway for 40 minutes and you're there. Also, in these two discoveries lies a 3rd secret discovery. This is something I never thought I would ever say, but Bud Light tastes incredible when you're sitting in the sun. Oh the things I've been missing out on...mostly due to:
-Overtime!-I think there have been 3 weeks since starting my new job where I have worked less than 40 hours, and most weeks I work considerably more than that. At first I didn't mind because I needed the money, then I didn't mind because I needed work people to like me enough to keep me around, but now neither of those are as much of a problem. Now the problem is that the little time I do have off is spent recovering from work. And as a side problem, the low-cost lifestyle I could maintain before has become a thing of the past. Food that delivers to my door is highly convenient, and there are like 12 restaurants between my job and the subway where I can stuff my face late at night; whereas grocery shopping and cooking at home take time and energy that I don't have in the excess I'm used to. I suppose there are worse problems to have, and perhaps I should just shut my big over-privileged face and tell you about...
Game night!-An insanely fun and frighteningly addicting game has re-entered my life, and shockingly enough for those that know me, I'm not talking about Big Buck Hunter. I am speaking, of course, of Bridge, the sport of kings. There is a club of sorts, it consists of four of us who meet about once a week to play Bridge, discuss the Stayman convention, and make resolutions officially designating all "what are you, an 80-year-old widow?" jokes about our bridge playing as patently stupid and unoriginal.
Opera!-A favorite theatrical theorist of mine, Peter Brook, had a production of Mozart's "The Magic Flute" playing at the Lincoln Center. It was a slightly ironic setting in which to see his work (for reasons that only huge dorks like me will understand), but nonetheless, I wanted to see one of his shows while I still could (not to be indelicate, but the guy's like a thousand years old). It featured, in the place of an orchestra, one very good piano player, and in the place of all the minor characters and stage effects, he had two dudes doing it all with the help of bamboo-like sticks fastened to a base to stand them up on end. I was completely in awe of the respect the performers gave to the material (maybe I haven't seen a lot of opera, but hearing these voices live was a spiritual experience in and of itself) while not always staying completely true to it. They still had fun and threw in ad-libs here and there or cut large parts of the text and music (it was about 90 minutes long in all). It celebrated the content without being religious about the form, and as a result it was entertaining and engaging to everyone, not opera lovers or people who knew the opera already, but truly everybody who would give them the time of day. I'm still in awe. The day after I saw it I started working on my next theater project. More on that later.
Keep it real kids, I'm gonna try to go back to sleep.
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