A Delicate Balance
Last night Sang threw a housewarming party to celebrate the newly renovated kitchen. A lot of people came by. I think we were pretty much at capacity on the main floor. I'm sure it was a proud moment for Sang, to have folks admire the
swank kitch, but this morning I think he's regretting it to a degree. A group of that size leaves its mark, especially when folks cranked the music and started dancing on the bamboo floor. Ah, dilemmas. Well, the best things in life are shared with friends.
I ran into Kurt, from my old ATK days, at the party. He just happened to be there, out of the blue. That was odd. We had fun reminiscing about James, who I just wrote today. I wonder what that little hurricane is up to. Probably got some pretty young thing on his arm and a glint in his eye, I'm sure.
The party felt like a reunion. I saw so many people I haven't seen in so long. Scott, who I haven't seen since he left for Fernley. Todd, Tom and Christine, Lauri, Kristin and Kristin, and even Kate, who's back from NY on a business trip.
Today Rachael took me to a play. I went the first two acts without any idea of what the play was called, who wrote it, or anything. How often does that happen in life, when everything is a surprise, when you have no expectations? It turned out to be A Delicate Balance by Edward Albee. I wasn't surprised when I found out. It certainly had the Albee touch, like Zoo Story and Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. He came to speak at Stanford, and I remember he struck me as an odd man.
I didn't like the play as much as I liked Who's Afraid. I'm not exactly sure what it was about, but I think it was something about how we have to make hard choices between helping out friends in need and protecting our delicate psyches from being infected by their problems. Something more succinctly and eloquently conveyed by a Morrissey song, I think. Plus the performances didn't mesh with one another.
swank kitch, but this morning I think he's regretting it to a degree. A group of that size leaves its mark, especially when folks cranked the music and started dancing on the bamboo floor. Ah, dilemmas. Well, the best things in life are shared with friends.
I ran into Kurt, from my old ATK days, at the party. He just happened to be there, out of the blue. That was odd. We had fun reminiscing about James, who I just wrote today. I wonder what that little hurricane is up to. Probably got some pretty young thing on his arm and a glint in his eye, I'm sure.
The party felt like a reunion. I saw so many people I haven't seen in so long. Scott, who I haven't seen since he left for Fernley. Todd, Tom and Christine, Lauri, Kristin and Kristin, and even Kate, who's back from NY on a business trip.
Today Rachael took me to a play. I went the first two acts without any idea of what the play was called, who wrote it, or anything. How often does that happen in life, when everything is a surprise, when you have no expectations? It turned out to be A Delicate Balance by Edward Albee. I wasn't surprised when I found out. It certainly had the Albee touch, like Zoo Story and Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. He came to speak at Stanford, and I remember he struck me as an odd man.
I didn't like the play as much as I liked Who's Afraid. I'm not exactly sure what it was about, but I think it was something about how we have to make hard choices between helping out friends in need and protecting our delicate psyches from being infected by their problems. Something more succinctly and eloquently conveyed by a Morrissey song, I think. Plus the performances didn't mesh with one another.