An A+ Weekend
Jan. 17th, 2005 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plumtreeblossomThis weekend has been as close to perfect as I can imagine any three day stretch being. I actually hate to employ the term "perfect" since there is no accurate or official measure of such, and there could be endless other compilations of time that could compose a weekend that felt just right. Opening weekends of shows sometimes feel like that, or times when I’m traveling. But it’s been one of those.
Friday night I went with Avi to ImprovBoston. We watched the outrageous Fort Awesome together, which is a brilliant improvisational play about three adolescent boys on a camping trip. Be sure to see this before it closes; it's hysterical. Then I stayed to hear Avi provide keyboard accompaniment for TheatreSports. He sort of gets to be Paul Schaffer, and the musical plays very much like a character in the improv. Afterwards we had cozy good times at a nearby pub.
Saturday I had the daytime for catching up with the odds and ends of living, which was rewarded with an all-girl gathering at Stephanie’s that evening. I got a chance to really talk at length with a number of gals I see fairly regularly but had yet to have an opportunity to get to know on deeper levels. Thank you Steph for a happy hen party. :-)
Sunday was one of those marathon social days when, at the end, I just have to stop and smile at my fortune of having such wonderful friends, and for how very much there is to do in life that is simple yet joyful. It started in Chinatown for dim sum with my buddy Todd’s dining club (born of a CraigsList post he placed a month ago that snowballed into a bona fide club).
I had to root through the dim sum to find the vegetarian pieces, but the effort was all for naught. On a very persistent dare from friends Toddy and Jim (kitchen ninjas of doom) I had a single bite of... chicken foot. It’s awful. Avoid. But it was a grand old time in spite of the greasy aftertaste that was my punishment. After the meal, people scattered hither and yon, and Jim and I made our way back to Davis for coffee and chatter at Diesel. It took a mint brownie to get the chicken foot out of my mouth.
We stayed too late and I had to fly quickly back to Kendall to catch The Merchant of Venice with the T@F gang. The movie deserves a whole post unto to itself, but I was not at all disappointed. This rendering was deeply moving on a number of levels, not the least of which Al Pachino’s vividly human portrayal of Shylock, in stark defiance to the text’s rather monochrome representation of him. Though I felt the Yiddish accent was entirely out of place for a Venetian Jew, I got teary-eyed nonetheless at his defeat in the court.
I wish I could have stayed after the movie for dinner with my Firsties, some of whom I hadn’t seen since before the holidays. But there was Sunday Dinner pot luck at Lou’s which I didn’t want to miss. Having no time to cook, I grabbed a big bottle of merlot from the store, which turned out to be the perfect pot luck bring-along as they only had one bottle of wine for about a dozen people.
It’s back to work tomorrow, and it’s time to start thinking about the work ahead for the T@F evening of one-acts, among other projects on the docket. But I’m especially thankful for carefree stretches of time like this, life and the people that fill it can be enjoyed and appreciated to the fullest.
Friday night I went with Avi to ImprovBoston. We watched the outrageous Fort Awesome together, which is a brilliant improvisational play about three adolescent boys on a camping trip. Be sure to see this before it closes; it's hysterical. Then I stayed to hear Avi provide keyboard accompaniment for TheatreSports. He sort of gets to be Paul Schaffer, and the musical plays very much like a character in the improv. Afterwards we had cozy good times at a nearby pub.
Saturday I had the daytime for catching up with the odds and ends of living, which was rewarded with an all-girl gathering at Stephanie’s that evening. I got a chance to really talk at length with a number of gals I see fairly regularly but had yet to have an opportunity to get to know on deeper levels. Thank you Steph for a happy hen party. :-)
Sunday was one of those marathon social days when, at the end, I just have to stop and smile at my fortune of having such wonderful friends, and for how very much there is to do in life that is simple yet joyful. It started in Chinatown for dim sum with my buddy Todd’s dining club (born of a CraigsList post he placed a month ago that snowballed into a bona fide club).
I had to root through the dim sum to find the vegetarian pieces, but the effort was all for naught. On a very persistent dare from friends Toddy and Jim (kitchen ninjas of doom) I had a single bite of... chicken foot. It’s awful. Avoid. But it was a grand old time in spite of the greasy aftertaste that was my punishment. After the meal, people scattered hither and yon, and Jim and I made our way back to Davis for coffee and chatter at Diesel. It took a mint brownie to get the chicken foot out of my mouth.
We stayed too late and I had to fly quickly back to Kendall to catch The Merchant of Venice with the T@F gang. The movie deserves a whole post unto to itself, but I was not at all disappointed. This rendering was deeply moving on a number of levels, not the least of which Al Pachino’s vividly human portrayal of Shylock, in stark defiance to the text’s rather monochrome representation of him. Though I felt the Yiddish accent was entirely out of place for a Venetian Jew, I got teary-eyed nonetheless at his defeat in the court.
I wish I could have stayed after the movie for dinner with my Firsties, some of whom I hadn’t seen since before the holidays. But there was Sunday Dinner pot luck at Lou’s which I didn’t want to miss. Having no time to cook, I grabbed a big bottle of merlot from the store, which turned out to be the perfect pot luck bring-along as they only had one bottle of wine for about a dozen people.
It’s back to work tomorrow, and it’s time to start thinking about the work ahead for the T@F evening of one-acts, among other projects on the docket. But I’m especially thankful for carefree stretches of time like this, life and the people that fill it can be enjoyed and appreciated to the fullest.
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Date: 2005-01-19 01:41 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you came over Saturday night. What a lovely, lovely, lovely evening that was. I should make that a monthly thing...