I’m fucking tired. We’re back at Michael’s place on Surf.
I had a nice afternoon, ate a lite lunch at a Corner Bakery, took my coffee to Millenium park and hung out a bit, reading the newspapers and using the phone to send pictures to Acacia to make her jealous. Let’s see. Do I have the wherewithal to get those pix together for posting. Let’s try it.
Hey, that worked. Let’s try a couple more. These are the ones I sent to Acacia.
Wow. I’m impressed with my myself.
So, we had a good dinner at Timothy O’Toole’s. I had fish n’ chips, Mike had mahi mahi. Then we made our way to the theatre.
The show was great. As I said, I will document it here. Afterwards, Mike and I hung out a bit and talked to Bamuthi. It was funny, actually, he totally recognized me and gave me a big hug. I was like, “Hey, I saw you in Columbus a few weeks ago,” he says, “I know I recognize you from your MySpace profile!” So, I have officially ceased complaining about how dumb MySpace is. Then we talked a bit about his aproach to the physical and textual work, and about Hip Hop Theatre and it’s unique relationship to certain rituals in the theatre, as opposed to others. Interesting. Definitely something to spend a few days thinking about. Unfortunately, Bamuthi is leaving in the morning and won’t be around for the talk on Saturday. Which, by the way, I forgot to mention above the talk on Saturday afternoon, which features Jeff Chang, the author of the ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL (for anyone who wishes to understand the times in which we live) Can’t Stop Won’t Stop.
Well, anyway. Mike’s doing homework and I’ve got a few emails to send out, so I’m gonna hit the sack. I will write about the shows tomorrow at a cafe or something. Then I gotta find something to do in Chicago. What a burden.
