I’ve been to Boston and back since you last heard from me. I took the train up from New York on Saturday to see Kate Burton in Nicholas Martin’s production of Chekhov’s Cherry Orchard. Alas, I didn’t have time to do anything in Boston but see The Cherry Orchard and eat two meals, though I dined exceptionally well at a place called Brasserie Jo, which turns out to have an outpost in Chicago. (Got that, OGIC?) The weather was lousy, so perhaps the brevity of my stay was for the best.
I returned yesterday afternoon to commence a day and a half of nonstop writing. I’ll spend the rest of the week in Washington, D.C., where I’ll be seeing three plays and (I hope) a lot of art. Expect to hear from me with semi-regularity in this space, and from Our Girl on Wednesday.