Bar life

Oct. 23rd, 2007 05:02 pm
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First off, Gary's fine. Just laying that out there. Apparently, Gary had a little heart scare yesterday. He was at some bar golf tourney or another (they're a popular fundraiser), felt a little arrhythmia, went to the hospital, got checked out, he's fine. He could stand to be in better shape and generally take better care of himself. This is a 60-year-old man who bartends 6 out of 7, drinks like a fish, and runs his own wine bar. He puts most of us to shame in the socializing sweepstakes.

So yeah, he had a heart scare. M called me today as soon as he found out - the story goes that as it was going down, people were saying "Don't call M. We don't need him freaking out and going apeshit in the middle of this." I told M, "Well yeah. You guys basically are a married couple at this point." He said, "Yeah, I don't know what I'd do if he died. Smack him one?" "More like you'd go into Hades and drag him back out by the hair." "Yeah."

At least we all know we've got our conversation fodder for the week.

In continued bar news, Sars at Tomato Nation pointed her readers toward this blog: Clublife. It's just a regular dude who bounces in NYC, writes about it, and has a book coming out from that blog. It's amusing and a lot of what he says is dead-on. Like this:

But if you do have a girlfriend, and you work where I work, don't expect to see her on worknights because she's not coming in. She's not invited. In fact, she's barred. They all are. No girlfriend, fiancee or wife of a bouncer is permitted inside the club while he's on the job -- unless it's an emergency, of course -- because management doesn't want us getting distracted. And this policy is a hundred percent correct.

I totally agree. I try not to come in when M's working Columbus (though I have made the drunken error every once in a while) because he doesn't need the extra distraction. It's a bar, not a club, so the potential for trouble is much less, but still. Life's a whole lot easier all around if I go somewhere else for the night - when I bother to go out. As we all know, I'm tired of all the idiots populating my nabe on a Friday or Saturday night.

Anyway. I was already planning on giving a few books as gifts this holiday season - looks like one more got added to the list.
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Rare color photographs of World War I. Fascinating and touching at the same time. It makes a distant war seem all that more real.

Let me both curse and praise [livejournal.com profile] stephl for linking me to the Bartleby edition of the 1922 Emily Post. I am obsessed with manners books (I desperately want the new Manners book by Kate Spade. Actually, the entire series would not be unwelcome), and Miss Post is the grande dame of American manners, both clever and precise. I aspire to contain that much grace, and will probably fall short of the mark for many years to come. Especially today, as my productivity at work is put aside in favor of reading such observations as this:

It would seem that the variability of the weather was purposely devised to furnish mankind with unfailing material for conversation.

So very true.


Z & I went to see Theater Latté Da's production of La Bohème. Director Peter Rothstein decided to set it in 1940s Paris, using Nazi imagery for the soldiers and putting a Star of David on Colline. There are days when I ungenerously wonder what many artists would have used for conceptual fodder if the Nazis had never come to power. It was a good production overall, but I was reminded that I don't often enjoy opera for various reasons usually associated with the script and pacing. Also, the audiences. Ah, opera audiences, full of pretentiousness and self-congratulation, who either shush everyone around them in a bullhorn voice or else talk throughout the show, commenting on every single little piece of set or staging. We heard no less than four people last night ask during the singing if Colline was wearing a star in the second act. Let's see - we've already seen a representation of Hitler and a swastika on a soldier's arm, and you ask if the yellow piece of fabric on his lapel is a star? Come here so that I may beat you with a clue-by-four. You don't even have the excuse of distance, because the farthest the audience can be from the back wall of the set is 30 feet, and he was downstage. (Side note - the man playing Colline does not look like a basso profundo. I was amazed every time that voice came out of that slight frame.)

We see Pericles Wednesday, and then close Measure For Measure on Sunday. I need some rest.

Morning.

May. 24th, 2004 03:37 pm
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How is everyone?

As you may have noticed, we opened on Friday. A good time was had by all. We had a good-sized audience, [livejournal.com profile] envoy, (who I had just met on that Wednesday, and who is a lot of fun), was in attendance, as well as representatives from the three major papers (two dailies, one weekly). The cast and a good part of the audience trooped over to a house party afterwards, wherein the host entertained us on his guitar and we all sang along to such timeless classics as "Lake Street Whore". Good times.

I also managed to get a run in on Friday, thus allowing me to slack off for the rest of the weekend. Okay, I shouldn't have slacked, but I was tired, man....

Saturday? I did nothing. That's right, nothing. Nothing at all. And it was fan-freakin'-tastic. Well, okay, I had a show, but up until then? Nothing. I slept and read. Soooooooo nice.

I'm re-reading Neuromancer, and I continue to be fascinated by that book. Gibson did such a good job of world-building that I don't care that the plot is a pretty standard one. Also, it doesn't feel like the book is 20 years old. Most of the technology described is still just out of our reach, and still plausible. I wouldn't mind having mirrored insets like Molly's.

(Note: apologies for my choppy prose this morning. I stayed out a wee bit too late last night.)

(And now it is afternoon, because of silly stupid admin-thingys)

Anyhoo...

It was a sociable weekend, between opening, parties on Friday & Saturday, and karaoke on Sunday. Very sociable. I also managed to get to Target and purchase more organizing things for the apartment, so it will look like we actually live there instead of just squatting amongst our boxes.

I had other thoughts, but they are gone. Gone gone gone gone gone.

Oh, and if anyone is curious? Here's the link to the postcard photo for "Picasso". Like I said, an interesting photo shoot.
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John Irving
Deborah Grabien
Anne Lamott
Madeleine L'Engle
Pat Conroy
Michael Chabon
Ann Patchett
Faye Kellerman
Donna Tartt
Susie Bright

Mine
Deborah Grabien
Neil Gaiman
Terry Pratchett
Amy Bloom
Virgil
Barbara Kingsolver
Zora Neale Hurston
Sherman Alexie
David Mamet
Gabriel Garcia Marquez




Dude, I can't remember half of what's on my bookshelf. Most of the above-mentioned authors are the ones I keep returning to, but I feel like I'm slighting the rest of the books I own.
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In answer to [livejournal.com profile] msbelle's challenge....

I had already planned a semi-pampering weekend, simply because I could. I woke up late(r), took a long run, and went to get my haircut.

I also walked down to my favorite bookstore evah! and got a few new-to-me books, including two Douglas Adams ones, since my mom can't find my Hitchhiker's Trilogy anywhere. Grumble.

Then, I went to the grocery store, and got:

cherries
raspberries
blueberries
pineapple
spinach dip
Hawai'ian bread.

So now, I shall watch the rest of The Princess Bride, whilst drinking champagne with raspberries in it & eat spinach dip with Hawai'ian bread.

A good day, indeed. Yes.

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