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did you know johnnie cochran died?
last night i went out with alena to see a play her playwriting professor wrote called inky uptown near lincoln center. i wasn't going to go at first because i usually have class on wednesdays from 6-9 pm, but by a stroke of luck i only had to stick around for 10 minutes before the professor let me frolic about in the free world. so i headed over to alena's and we caught the train uptown. a bunch of homeless guys started harassing the passangers and i felt horribly bad. i didn't give any money, but because i usually have this compulsion to donate everything i have and say yes to people regardless of the favor, there was this little money demon clawing at my head making me feel like the biggest prick to ever walk the face of the earth. one of the homeless people even looked in my eyes when i said no and was like, "papi, i was wrong about you." that's probably one of the few cases when guilt tripping will actually work...although it didn't that time. still, i was this close to throwing my whole wallet at some person that needed it a lot more than me...although if i had done that i would have been effectively broke...my conscience can be a bitch.
anyway, we made it to the theater, got the tickets, and sat for an hour and a half as the play unfurled. it's basically about this yuppie family living in a nice apartment that hires an eastern european babysitter to take care of their two kids so they can go out and make oodles of money. if i had to guess it took place in the 80s since i recall that being the era when everyone was a greedy asshole. the husband is a workaholic who is obsessed with making his wife happy. the wife is a fucker who is obsessed with material things and her dream of having a bigger apartment (which drives the husband to do shady things). and the eastern european babysitter (the titular inky) comes into their lives and they all learn valuable lessons because of her...even though she somewhat wrecks things in the process. it was very interesting, so i give props to alena's professor. and it was short and sweet so no complaints there.
afterwards i chilled over at her place for a bit with robyn, or ron #1 around these parts. always good to see that woman. her and alena were all talking about studying abroad and registered for next semester when i thought to myself, "there'll be no studying abroad or registering for you in your future, mister." four years really isn't a long time.
i think i'm heading to another play tonight...that would be some kind of record. three plays in one school year (brooklyn the musical being the first with renee). off broadway here i come (again).
last night i went out with alena to see a play her playwriting professor wrote called inky uptown near lincoln center. i wasn't going to go at first because i usually have class on wednesdays from 6-9 pm, but by a stroke of luck i only had to stick around for 10 minutes before the professor let me frolic about in the free world. so i headed over to alena's and we caught the train uptown. a bunch of homeless guys started harassing the passangers and i felt horribly bad. i didn't give any money, but because i usually have this compulsion to donate everything i have and say yes to people regardless of the favor, there was this little money demon clawing at my head making me feel like the biggest prick to ever walk the face of the earth. one of the homeless people even looked in my eyes when i said no and was like, "papi, i was wrong about you." that's probably one of the few cases when guilt tripping will actually work...although it didn't that time. still, i was this close to throwing my whole wallet at some person that needed it a lot more than me...although if i had done that i would have been effectively broke...my conscience can be a bitch.
anyway, we made it to the theater, got the tickets, and sat for an hour and a half as the play unfurled. it's basically about this yuppie family living in a nice apartment that hires an eastern european babysitter to take care of their two kids so they can go out and make oodles of money. if i had to guess it took place in the 80s since i recall that being the era when everyone was a greedy asshole. the husband is a workaholic who is obsessed with making his wife happy. the wife is a fucker who is obsessed with material things and her dream of having a bigger apartment (which drives the husband to do shady things). and the eastern european babysitter (the titular inky) comes into their lives and they all learn valuable lessons because of her...even though she somewhat wrecks things in the process. it was very interesting, so i give props to alena's professor. and it was short and sweet so no complaints there.
afterwards i chilled over at her place for a bit with robyn, or ron #1 around these parts. always good to see that woman. her and alena were all talking about studying abroad and registered for next semester when i thought to myself, "there'll be no studying abroad or registering for you in your future, mister." four years really isn't a long time.
i think i'm heading to another play tonight...that would be some kind of record. three plays in one school year (brooklyn the musical being the first with renee). off broadway here i come (again).