Monday, February 11, 2008
On Friday Feb 9th
C got into town and came by to see the view from my office and to meet R, the reader of this blog who hired me. ( Monday and Tuesday were foggy, and it wasn't until Wednesday that I realized my office is on the east side of the building and that I was looking at Brooklyn/Queens, not New Jersey. Duh.
It sure isn't the Wretched Little City, is it? I love my new gig. The week flew by without a single moment that was less than entirely enjoyable. On Saturday night, we met R and his partner D at Posh where we could not hear ourselves think. We left for the Eagle where we knew we'd have a quiet hour before the crowds arrived. R & D are delightful men (and very good looking. If it wasn't for the work relationship between R and me...well, ya'll know how the Farmboyz do sometimes get carried away, but never to the point of stupidity. As Kate Hepburn said in The African Queen, "Human nature is that which we were put on this earth to rise above.") and let this be a lesson to anyone who doubts the value of even a little boutique blog like this. You never know who is reading and what opportunities may be had and what great guys you may meet as a result of the faint signals you daily bleep out of your remote corner of the galaxy. R deflects it when I say that I owe him big time, but I can't thank him enough for choosing me.
Back to Friday. I took C to dinner at a Mexican restaurant, Dos Caminos, where we ordered the guacamole as hot as the fire marshall would allow. After dinner, I took him to see Deep Trance Behavior in Potatoland, a Richard Foreman play that had caught his attention. I expected to loathe it and therefore felt especially good about arranging this as a birthday gift. Turns out, I liked it more than did C. Having read the linked review, I thought it would be just another shallow wallowing in electronic technique in which the real play is secondary to the pyrotechnics, but it surprised me (me, who likes only about 5% of anything). We both recommend it. It's playing at the Ontological-Hysteric Theater at St. Mark's Church through mid-April.