Nothing Doing

Really, I know I should keep up with this blog better, but frankly, do you really want to hear that I took a nap and read a book?

The only thing I've done was go to a party for Sarah's birthday at our friend Al's last Saturday, which was just great - he and his wife have a roof, so a whole bunch of us of all generations (my favorite kind of party) got out there and partied hearty and ate and drank up a storm. It was great. And I even got to my own bed. No, no, I don't usually go home with random people or pass out at my hosts' place - it's just when I'm well and truly blitzed I have this awful tendency to curl up under the kitchen table.

Honestly, there's a perfectly good reason for this. Oh, all right - I think it's a good reason. It's that damn spiral iron staircase of mine. If I'm altogether out of it, I have a deep seated belief that I'm not going to be able to make those stairs, so I gently slide out of the kitchen chair onto the floor and have a nap until I'm ready/able to navigate. This makes perfect sense to me, but it looks a little odd. However, all was well...totally smashed, yes, but incapable, no.

Today, however, I got an interesting phone call. Someone named Const called me out of the blue to day that Richard, who was in my bipolar show with me, had recommended me to do a reading with them on Thursday. I think this was nice, and I'm definitely going to do it...the play is A Delicate Balance, and I love Edward Albee...and it also has another of my cohorts from my play, nice Maggie. I must say I'm slightly wary of the group, though. It seems to be very experimental, which isn't much to my taste, and Const was going on about exploring the vocals of the play, and I have no idea what that means. Well, how would you DO a play without a certain amount of vocal exploration? Unless, of course, you happen to be Marcel Marceau. Luckily this is a one-time only (so far) reading, deep in the bowels of the old B. Altman building (which is now a business library) with no audience. So what the hell? I might as well check it out and get a little workout.

Parenthetically, I'm rather curious about Const...I went to the web site and discovered that I can't tell exactly what sex Const is (even with a picture - it could be Constance or Constantine), and the voice gave me no particular clue. It's not much of a factor in anything, because who cares, but there seems to be an intentional ambiguity which is interesting. I do know I'm reading a woman's role, so evidently whatever the group is sticks to that convention at any rate.

Meanwhile, the house now has a down payment in escrow, and I think I may be about to apartment hunt! This is deeply exciting...I have my mind full of decorating ideas and an itch to throw more things out, which is definitely a good thing, as Martha Stewart would say.

Now I'm going to watch TV, eat something, and go to bed, because tomorrow I have to go buy a copy of this play.

I will most certainly report on the reading...and try to stay off the kitchen floor.

Love, Wendy