When last we spoke, I was seeing two plays a day at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and trolling for really good restaurants in between shows. I found an amazing one, Amuse, where I ate a meal so fine that I could easily have closed my eyes and imagined myself at a table in New York, spending at least twice as much money for food not nearly so tasty.
On Saturday morning I started home for New York, a tedious but blessedly unscary process that went on, all told, for eleven hours. Since then I’ve done the following:
– I slept really, really late on Sunday.
– I opened a bagful of snail mail.
– I rehung one wall of the Teachout Museum in order to make a place for my new Arnold Friedman lithograph.
– I went to a press preview of Neil LaBute’s new play, Some Girl(s).
– I sat slackjawed in front of my TV after coming home from the theater and pretended to watch His Kind of Woman. (I was too tired to sleep.)
– I got up first thing Monday morning and wrote my drama column for Friday’s Wall Street Journal. It took me a lot longer than usual, suggesting that I hadn’t quite recovered from my transcontinental travels.
– I read the page proofs of Hitchcock’s Music, a forthcoming book about the use of music in the films of Alfred Hitchcock.
What now? Today I’ll write my “Sightings” column for the Saturday Journal, go to the gym, get a haircut, and pick up my laundry. Tomorrow I’ll spend the entire day doing research at the Louis Armstrong Archives in Queens. On Thursday I’ll write up my research notes, fill out a couple of expense reports, work on my schedule for July, and go to a press preview of Spring Awakening. On Saturday I’ll go to New Jersey for the opening of Paper Mill Playhouse’s new revival of Hello, Dolly! In between I’ll visit a few art galleries, see a few friends, and maybe–just maybe–blog.
Or not.