The old fashioned calendar. If my generation had one or two things scheduled for the day, we'd write them inside one of the boxes that corresponded to the date of the event(s). If we had a lot of things scheduled for the day, we'd have a daily schedule book with hourly lines in which we'd enter our appointments. Right now, I have things scheduled for every day that RQS will be away, and I wish I had made more time for myself.
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Thursday was reserved for seeing one of my TG friends for dinner. She's more of an acquaintance, but someone I enjoy seeing now and then. If it's possible, RQS and I may attend this woman's party next week. The way things look, this could be the only opportunity I have to present myself as Marian this week, as I'll have to be out as Mario on Friday and Saturday.
Friday was reserved for seeing FH for dinner. It has been months since I've seen her, and it will be interesting catching up on things. Part of me is hesitant to do so, even though RQS is aware of this. No, nothing will come of it, but I think my ambivalence is that FH is not a person with whom I want to have too close a friendship.
Saturday was reserved for seeing TCL. It's been a long while since we've been together, and I'm not in the mood to skip seeing her again. With this being said, friends from Yonkers game nights will be going to a comedy club at the same time - and I will miss being with them.
Sunday is a day that I'll have mostly to myself. Assuming I wake up early enough, I'll be attending church as Marian. Afterwards, I may go into NYC to see an off-Broadway play.called: "Welcome to Clown Town." The following citation from the play's website made me interested in going to see this performance:
A solo performance that dives into the bizarre and cantankerous mind of Pixie the Clown. Part birthday party, part therapy session, this live show shares the real-life tales of being a party entertainer in America.
Picture this: the audience rolls into a seemly delightful birthday party filled with bright colors and balloons. The sounds of children laughing with glee are heard as Pixie rolls onto center stage. With her sweet smile beaming, she pops a balloon with a hint of murderous rage: "Awwww, may it rest in pieces". This begins the rock 'n' roll ride through outlandish personal stories of working as a party clown in NYC and Hollywood.
Join Pixie/me in our NSFW immersive experience, as I spit stories (like the time I was run down by gang members) while playing fun party games that consenting audience members can participate in!
This mad-capped adventure blends oral storytelling about a Latina just trying to make ends meet with Pixie the Clown's irascible inner monologues about how to change the world.
The phrase "AWWWW, may it rest in pieces." was what caught my interest. And with my unusual sense of humor, I planned to go to the last performance of this show. Since I'll have gone to church as Marian, I'll be taking the train into Manhattan as Marian as well. It'll be nice to start the week off right!
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By the time you read this, everything on the schedule will have already passed. I'll write more about the weekend as things progress....
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