What a weird week. Since the end of April, which was one of the busiest I’ve ever had, my schedule has been blissfully activity-free. Andrea’s wedding (at which I played cello) was touching and beautiful, and I spent the rest of the weekend lying low.
IrishBand’s singer and I were going to see a movie on Sunday night, but I got a mass text message from one of my actor friends saying that he was performing that night, and that everybody should come down. I called Singer and said, “New plan for tonight. We should go see this play. My friend’s in it, and I have no idea what to expect, but the group wrote it, so I’m sure it’ll be good.” He agreed, and I drove to his apartment to pick him up. We went to the venue (not an ‘actual’ theater, but a room in the Eagles’ Lodge) a bit early to scope the place out. Turned out we were too early, so we sat in the bar, had a couple of drinks and shared a basket of surprisingly delicious fries. It was funny and a bit strange to be the youngest person there by about thirty years.
The show was inspirred by Busby Berkeley’s productions, and even used old piano music and quoted bits from movies. It was really entertaining and fun. My friend described it as a ‘farce’, with elements of burlesque. There were dancing girls and a woman-pretending-to-be-a-man, and a gay boy, and forbidden love, and my friend, who somehow managed to incorporate bits of all of those elements. It was great.
From there we walked across the street to the Sapphire Hotel, which is one of my favorite places. We went there and waited for ActorFriend to join us after he changed his clothes and stuff. He was meeting a woman friend for what Singer and I thought was a date, but it turned out that they were actually ex’s, and were meeting to catch up on each others’ lives. They invited us to join them at a table next to theirs, which was better for conversing than our noisy table, so we slid it over and settled in for a great conversation, as well as delicious food and drinks. I hadn’t seen my friend in quite a few months, and catching up was long overdue. His friend turned out to be a singer-songwriter, and a very interesting person as well. Here’s to many more evenings like that one.
Monday and Tuesday I was exhausted and pretty much slept the days away, but yesterday I woke up early and felt great after finally getting a full night’s sleep. I called my friend J to invite her to the Japanese Garden, which she felt was too expensive, so I suggested the Chinese Garden, which I had a couple of complimentary passes for. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse.
I hadn’t been there in years, but I used to have a membership there, which is how I got the free tickets. A couple of months ago, I got a letter in the mail saying, ‘Come back! Renew your membership’, et cetera, so I took the opportunity to take J, who hadn’t been there before. Naturally, I brought my camera, and here are some of the results.
In one of the buildings was a chest of drawers with a jar full of numbered sticks on top of it. The idea was that you shake the jar of sticks, and whichever one comes out first is the one you were meant to have. Mine was number 23, so I found the drawer marked ’23’ and pulled out a single piece of paper, which read:
In case you’re one of the people who reads BFS&T from a feed or something, it says, “You have made a deep impression on someone dear to you.” I love stuff like that, as you may already know.
Lovely place, lovely day. From there, we left the car parked at the Garden and walked to the MAX train to ride downtown to the bank for cash, then walked back up to Old Town to an incredible little Thai cart for a super-cheap dinner, of which I have some left over and will happily finish tonight. After that, we drove around aimlessly for a while, and I headed up to the Alphabet District in Northwest. We both felt like walking some more, so I drove us to Macleay Park, where we ditched the car and hiked into the woods. I took no pictures, because we were having a pretty deep conversation, and I wanted to pay attention to her. We hiked a mile or so in, to the abandoned Stone House, climbed all over it, then turned back.
We left, exhausted, and I dropped her off at home, because I needed to learn a bunch of songs for tonight’s rehearsal with a new songwriter with whom I’ll be playing accordion occasionally.
That’s why I’ve been so absent from blogging lately; it’s because I’ve been out there living.
Time for Thai food!