Friday was Flax day. Saturday was my Uncle's day. And Sunday was RQS's day. Often, RQS would come up on Friday, and go home on Monday, This weekend, I went to her place to spend Sunday night before going home the next day.
You might be asking: Why didn't RQS come up to my place? Well, RQS had previously bought theater tickets for us to see a close friend's one act play inspired by his coming out. So, I had an effective obligation to travel to her place. If I hadn't a dentist appointment on Tuesday, I'd have stayed a second night and relaxed a little bit more.
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Sunday morning came, and I could have gotten up early and gone to church for a change. Given how tired I felt, I figured that I'd go back to bed after a bio break By the time I finally got moving, it was noon - and I had to be out the door by 2 pm, so I could reliably assume I'd be at RQS's place by 5 pm. This meant that I only had enough time to shave, shower and get dressed before calling a cab to bring me to the train station. I'd have to leave picking up a book from the library until I got home the next day. But I digress....
Arriving at Croton-Harmon, I found the coffee shop open. This was a big surprise, as I didn't think there would be enough weekend business to warrant it to be open. Since I had 20 minutes to kill, I started a chat with the lady working there. I found that she wanted to run a coffee shop of her own one day, and wanted some experience in doing so. In itself, this is a reasonable statement from a middle aged woman. But the next statement made me wonder - why was she driving to Croton from Rego Park, Queens for a minimum wage job. Assuming she burns $15 in gas and pays $15 in tolls, she has to work 2 1/2 hours to cover her commute, leaving her 5 1/2 hours where she actually is earning money for her pocketbook. Why didn't she find a job closer to home, let's say working at Starbucks?
My train soon came to the platform, and I made haste to catch it. An hour later I was at Grand Central, and an hour later, I was at RQS's place. But I wasn't going to have much time to rest. She wanted me to figure out why her Chromebook wasn't seeing her mouse (it was turned off) before going to dinner locally, then trekking back into NYC to see her friend's play.
Around 7 pm, we headed into NYC, and dealt with the usual headaches of NYC Subway weekend routes. Luckily, the 14th street line was running to 8th Avenue. However, the 8th Avenue line was not running uptown locals. So we had to take the express up to 34th street, then take the local down to 23rd street. From there, we made it to a small theater near 10th avenue - with about 10 minutes to spare.
When the lights went down, the first of the one act plays started. The story line had a Butch Lesbian fairy godmother trying to get her Cinderella to call off her wedding and be true to her lesbian self. The woman fights her impulses until her groom comes out as gay. It was a cute play that needed tightening up to be a little more interesting. The next two one-act plays were forgettable. And then RQS's friend's play started - it was the best of the bunch, as her friend brought his authentic self into the script and delivered it with the gravitas of someone in his 50's can deliver. Following this was another forgettable one-act play.
After the final play, we chatted with her friend and the director of the play before returning to RQS's place for the evening. It was a long day, but worth it....
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