This weekend I headed down south to the land of the pines, but I got a little bit lost and ended up in New York instead. Decided to make the most of it.
Got the chance to see Leighton perform “Ruby Sunrise”, in which she was just superlative (can I use that without a noun? I think so?). I mean, really. There’s plenty more to say on this score, but I think I’ll leave it with this: the director seemed to know it too. This was a teaching play, so all the players frequently switched parts, yet somehow or another Leigh always seemed to be saying the important lines at the crucial times.
As for these other lads.
The first night, we feasted on Orlee’s famous pumpkin soup, of which alchemy its production I know absolutely nothing, and some home-cooked sausage. New York, so we’re all clear, was indeed a sausage fest. We strolled out to a bar where I was drinking on Will and Aaron’s tab (for which reason I spent literally the entire next day hungover), and played darts with a costumed stranger who claimed to be none other than the estimable Ross Cowan. No one believed him. He played a good game of darts and talked a good game of life.
Halloween was great. The L train was especially memorable. We got on at the terminus, so we sat for a while whilst other trains unloaded onto it. There is literally nothing in the world to be sitting down on the New York subway, and to look up and see, pouring down the stairs at a run, hordes of Michael Jacksons, and Abraham Lincoln’s, the Blue Man Group, Ninjas, etc…even a couple of normals. One woman’s costume was apparently “topless, slightly obese woman”. It went over well, with the populace. In other cases the game “costume or weirdo” could profitably be played.
The next morning, Leighton and I discussed her plan to dress as a tree outside the NYU building, and every day, move just little bit closer to the door. I got a behind the scenes look at how security guards won’t let you upstairs to see friends of yours without things being signed in a ledger. Also discussed: the future’s efforts to manipulate us, spiritualism, and my ongoing attempts, apparently, to injure Abe Lincoln.
Sorry, big fella.
Anyhow, hope all is well all over the world. From what I understand, Shadow’s halloween costume was an adorable little dog who didn’t get to sit on the couch or play with trick or treaters. Thanks to all my hosts….