My computer woes continue: Windows system restore and safe mode still don't work. I e-mailed the Microsoft tech support person (who had told me to follow up if there were more problems), with no response. After a week, I'll call their virus help number again, I guess. They can connect to your computer remotely, which is very cool.
Post-show discussions in theater seem to be called "talkbacks," as opposed to movie "Q & A's." There was such a discussion with the writer and director after my performance of "Still Life" at the Lucille Lortel. The play was a fast-paced story of the art (photography) world, but more about fear and mortality. One of the characters was over-the-top crass (the writer revealed that one potential producer wanted him cut completely), while others were more sympathetic. Dominic Chianese (Uncle Junior in "The Sopranos") has a small role.
One of the people waiting outside for the house to open looked a lot like Grace Coddington from Vogue. Wow, she looks so much younger in person. But would she really be at a preview performance of a play in the Village? And stay for the talkback? "Grace" and her friend happened to be on my subway home (No, I was not stalking! In fact, I went into the station ahead of them) and she didn't seem to have a British accent so... no, not her.
On Wednesday I really wanted to be done at the Times early, so I could make a 6pm dinner at Lincoln Center Ollie's with the visiting J and about a dozen others. Luckily, Will had to leave for Philadelphia that afternoon, so the puzzles were in early and I was able to finish. Dinner was rollicking and delicious (Chinese restaurant tip: take as much of your own dish as you want before passing it around the table, since that may be the last you see of it), though the group was so large I never talked to several people.
Afterward we stopped at a gelato stand called Screme but I wasn't sure how fattening it was, so stayed outside. Someone inside called for me, and it turns out the attendant asked how our large group all knew each other, and when told "Crosswords" said, "Oh, like in that movie." So I was summoned, and then Jon.
Speaking of Chinese restaurant sharing, I never recapped Pleasantville. Quickly: took the train up with Jeffurry (not going to do LJ tags), Toon, Nucky, Matt, and Hot (who walked by just as I said, "If you see Hot, knock on the window"). Discovered another great and unique Magic Wok dish to add to the almond-crusted chicken: velvet prawns. Hung out and graded papers at the tournament (which was more work than usual, due to a new prize for randomly-selected perfect paper each round), where Jeff won after previous multiple finals (he was getting to be the Al Sanders/Ellen Ripstein of P-ville). Ditto drove me over to Will's house, where we hung out some more. Will's table tennis friend who had asked at the movie premiere if my sister was my mother was there, and I told him my sister's still mad at him. As I was about to leave for the train, I learned Dan was driving back so rode with him and Amanda instead.
Two one-man shows this week. First, "A Boy and His Soul" at the Vineyard (just extended to November 1). This got glowing reviews, which were well-deserved. Soul music formed the soundtrack of Colman Domingo's growing up in Philadelphia, and he played lots of great selections while acting out his story. I've been humming "TSOP" all day.
Lemon Andersen is only a few years younger than Domingo, but the hip-hop backdrop of his "County of Kings" (at the Public) was less relatable for me. Lemon's story is rougher, with drugs, AIDS, crime and jail part of his and his family members' lives. He eventually gets into poetry and finds his calling. There was a talkback for this, but it was 10pm and I wanted to get home.
One of this week's shows was courtesy of an alumni group, which offered a small number of tickets, first come, first served. I said I wanted just one (too much trouble to find someone else on short notice), and apparently it wasn't clear since they wrote back to make sure how many. I then got an e-mail from someone with the production company confirming me for 2 tickets under my name at the box office. I wrote back saying, no, ONE is fine, and the alumni person said he indeed told them this and also sent them the name of the other single requester.
At the box office, there was confusion as to what group this was under and when they eventually found my name, handed me - you got it - TWO tickets. Oy. I gave the other one back. There was an empty seat next to me, and an empty seat next to a guy a few seats down so he may have been the other "one." Oh well.