Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical (hermionesviolin) wrote,
Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical
hermionesviolin

[Saturday] v. secular

Note to self: If you want to get off at Hynes/ICA rather than the Pru, don't take the E Line.  Sigh.

Out of curiosity, when I came back to Park Street on the Green Line, I attempted to recreate what Cat and Kate did to come out at Downtown Crossing.  Turns out if you're on the Green Line heading to Lechmere and you get off on the right, where there's just that little bit, instead of on the left where there's lots of stuff, there are signs for the Orange Line and you go through underground and come out by the platform to take the Orange Line to Forest Hills (and if you exit to street, you're facing a huge Macy's ad plastered on the side of a building.




It's a shame polymexina couldn't make it to Voyeurs de Venus [which I hear is playing in Chicago -- flights are $50 on Southwest, the playwright quipped].  Writeups of that and Persephone to follow, eventually.  [I don't do that "I'm too busy having a life to LJ" thing 'cause I'm obsessive and need to document said life in LJ. Sleep, what?] I hear Kind Hearts and Coronets was brilliant.  [And someone was talking about Exonerated, from last year's New Play Readings maybe? which apparently is basically dramatic readings of testimony of Guantanamo prisoners, which I thought was interesting when I saw this post this morning.]

I really should get my act together to attend Christine Jorgensen Reveals.  I'm a bit regretful I never got to seeing Five by TennBoston Conservatory is doing:
April 7-9 (Friday-Sunday)
8 p.m. (Fri–Sat), 2 p.m. (Sun)
THEATER: Two Gentleman of Verona
Tony-award winning rock-musical based on William Shakespeare's play. Adapted by John Guare and Mel Shapiro. Lyrics by John Guare. Music by Galt MacDermot. Directed by Doug Lockwood. Musical Direction/Conducted by Bret Silverman. Choreographed by Michelle Chassé.
The Boston Conservatory Theater, $16/$14/$5
I really should see/read that play at some point, but it's only this weekend and I just don't feel like going out again tonight.

Boston Theatre Scene is doing a Rebecca Gilman [whose name always makes me think of Spinning into Butter and offbalance].

And looking at Boston Theatre Scene further, there is, always, more.  Hiding Behind Comets looks quite interesting.

Too much theatre.  And this is basically just Huntington/BU.  I haven't even looked at the Harvard Gazette listings recently or poked into any of the many other area colleges.




During Layna's party, the Smith contingent (me, Sylvia, Cat-from-Washburn, and Erika) migrated into Layna's room, which I enjoyed as large groups sort of leave me adrift.  Unfortunately, I had to leave right when Apples to Apples was starting (yeah living on the Commuter Rail).  This made Sean sad as we had good arguments last time.  Clearly when I get an apartment and have an apartment-warming party, a requisite is Apples to Apples and Sean :)

I got off the Red Line at Harvard and was going up the stairs and some guy was going up the escalator and he joked that he'd beat me and so I kinda jogged up the stairs and he beat me by like two steps.  When we got to the next set I pre-emptively started jogging and again he beat me by like two.  They were boarding the Attleboro but not yet the Franklin, and the next train after that is the 7:50a.m. to Worcester, so since he wasn't moving I knew he was taking my train.  We chatted and shook hands and he held mine for way long so I knew where this was going but it's not that long to my end of Zone 3.  He told me he was somewhat inebriated, and I said it was a good thing he wasn't driving.  (I also thought, of course, that that explained a bit.  But hey, the last inebriated man to be into me had a son my age, so since this guy looked in his 30s this was an improvement.)  We shared a three-seater and chatted about jobs, literature (esp. sff and dystopian lit), religion, and philosophy.  He held my hand the whole time, which was fine (and he must have kissed my hand like half a dozen times, which is sweet, though it always weirds me out a bit) and he asked for a kiss, which is valid esp. when you're drunk, but after that every time there was a lull in the conversation he would say, "What were we talking about?  Making out?"  He won serious points for being one of those people who will always look up the answer to a question if he doesn't know the answer, so I actually would have considered exchanging e-mail addresses (which he asked when I was leaving) but even when you're drunk if it becomes All About making out with this person you only met twenty minutes ago you lose.  I thanked God as I walked home that he wasn't getting off at my stop (doesn't even live in my town).  I so need an LJ tag for these sorts of encounters.  And no, I am not making "skeevy guys" a tag, 'cause they're not all skeevy exactly, or at least they're on a spectrum.  And dude, aside from the brief encounter with LM when Cat was visiting, it has been quite some time since I've had such an encounter.  I was seriously giggling most of the way home.  Oh Chris the inebriated technical writer from Walpole.




This morning I dreamt that I was in an airport waiting room or something (arrival's gate?) and some older guy was there, too, and he saw Joe arriving in the parking lot (even though I didn't know this guy and wasn't even waiting for me) so we walked out to him and Joe wasn't expecting me but wasn't visibly thrown, and we [Joe and I] hugged and he phoned his friends to say I'd be coming with, and I worried that said friends were Ashley&co. (because we just don't get on).  And then I woke up.
Tags: dreams, parties: attending, people: n: joe, planning ahead, plays: boston area, random male person encounters, travel: adventures in public transit
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