A beautiful Sunday, which is quite nice after a very wet Saturday. Quite a quiet Saturday night, but what else is new? Got sucked into watching the Heroes marathon of the first season. It was fun to watch, saw things that I may have missed the first time around. Also finishing up the Pattie Boyd memoir, which was entertaining. She’s been living a very interesting life and continues to do so. She also looks great, and hasn’t had any work done. Just another one of those swingin’ sixties chicks. Last night also had the Beatles in Help! On the Sundance channel. That was fun to watch, especially after knowing that the Fab Four were totally stoned throughout the filming.

After that I could barely keep my eyes open and went to bed. SNL was a repeat anyhow. Drifted off to sleep listening to 20 somethings leaving Halloween parties, on their way to the next one. Hoboken is still a party town obviously. A beautiful blue sky was nice to wake up to and it was brisk as I walked and did some morning shopping. Didn’t run into anyone I knew and also didn’t curse out anyone mentally for alleged slights. A by product of not having enough coffee to interact with society.

Read the newspapers rather quickly, and tried to think of something to do. Considered going into the city, but talked myself out of it. Thought about walking to Target in Jersey City but once again talked myself out of it. Walked around Hoboken for about an hour, ran into the neighbors Mike and Nicole with their bulldog Stella who really likes me. Nicole told me that Stella always plops down on our welcome mat, staring at the door waiting to be let inside our apartment. I’d love to get a bulldog like Stella. I think she’s actually a French bull dog and I think that means money. Plus all the responsibility. And then they die on you. So, I guess I talked myself out of that as well.

The walk around Hoboken lasted exactly an hour, from the time I left the apartment to the time I got back. Lot’s of people out, perhaps too many. No herd thinning going on. Plenty of people walking in the sun which made the shady side of the street less congested with baby strollers and people. I was going to walk to Pier A but there was some autumn event crowded with families so that was a no go zone. Wandered over to Barnes and Noble instead and bought a collection of Mark Twain. Almost bought the Oscar Wilde collection but I have a few of those and never really read Mark Twain before. And it is classic American literature at a bargain price.

Now I’m at home, chillin. VH1’s I Love The 70’s is on and that’s been a fun stroll down the memory fast lane. A nostalgic Sunday afternoon. Spoke to Pedro and I might head up to Otisville next weekend. Fun to get out for the weekend, if only for an overnight. Get out and see some foliage, play dominoes and have a few beers. Sounds good to me.

Last nights notes. I wrote while waiting for the play that Bill is in, Pap Smear and then decided to take notes throughout the show. Here they are.

Sitting in an off Broadway theater, off Eighth Avenue on west 43rd Street. It’s raining steadily outside. The theater seats about 75 people capacity.

I walked across town after staying late in the office, killing time and fighting bible thumpers online in an Entertainment Weekly website regarding JK Rowling stating that Dumbledore, the headmaster from the Harry Potter series is gay. People are upset with this and quoting scripture while condemning wide swaths of people.

It’s funny, I’m so used to writing online that sometimes, if I’m not sure if I spelled a word incorrectly while writing it out by hand, I expect to see the telltale sign from spell check underlining my mistake.

Jose Blackorby is in town and I found this out via Rand this morning, and that was all I heard. Jose I think is staying at a hotel at 49th and 7th avenue and supposed to be available after 7PM, but here I am at an off Broadway theater. When I walked across town in the rain, I purposefully walked past 49th and 7th, but didn’t see any hotel there at those cross streets.

If I had my way, I’d be home, in from out of the rain.

I’m the only single person here. Not a full house, but everyone else is in a group, or with a companion. My companion will be on stage in the play.

Now it’s 8:16. The play is supposed to start at 8:00 of course, but this is off Broadway so one has to put up with it. They hardly ever start on time.

I do have detailed notes at this point, but decided to skip it.

The other day when Bill offered me a ticket, I suggested Friday, but when Friday came around I figured that Saturday would be better. I mentioned it to Bill, seeing if he could switch the nights but he said it was too late. I was also supposed to have a cigar with an old friend from the music business days, Corey Williams, but I begged off, rescheduling for next week.

I just want to get home and chill out. I’m sure it would be different if I was with someone, I know I’m different if I’m with someone, but I’m not. No one to talk to, and so I write. Writing in public can be seen as being anti-social, but there’s no one being social with me so I guess it’s an uneven balance, if that’s not too much of an oxymoron.

It’s intermission and I usually run out for a smoke, but as we’re in a back room on the fifth floor and it’s raining out, it would probably take me 10 minutes to get outside.

Someone took a bath in perfume. Someone who came in after the intermission who wasn’t there in the first half.

Post show.

My overall impression is that I could write a better play, but obviously I haven’t so the playwright has me beaten on that count. I didn’t think it was the rip roaring comedy that the post card said it was, but the audience sure did. Let me put it this way, it puts the chlamydia in comedy. 4 grown men who have no clue what a OB/GYN does in the 21st century, and freak out thinking their wives are having an affair. Then they go in drag, beards and all to the doctor’s office. Comedy ensues. At least the audience thought so.