Yesterday, the paper announced a show at a bar that looked like it would be fun to go to. It would have been nicer to have more warning, but you play the cards you’re dealt.
The biggest problem was the lack of time. The event started at 8:00 in the evening. At 6:00 I had an hour long trail running sessions. When I say trail running though, I actually mean running up cliff faces just to go back down them. Repeat seven times.
That was done at around 7:10, I got home and recovered by 7:30. So dinner went from being an actual effort to create a well-balanced meal, to slamming three eggs into a pan and frying them up.
I got to the event at around 8:30, just to find that it hadn’t opened yet. Apparently gay people are notoriously unable to maintain a scheduled appointment. No one was even allowed into the club until 9:00.
Anyway the show didn’t start until 11:30. I wasn’t fast enough into the place to score a table, so I made friends with a pair of women who actually had. They were friendly and I had a good time talking to them while waiting for the performers to get their act together. (Pun sort-of intended.)
The show was… slow. There was “Melodrama” in the title, which apparently means that everything takes forever to do, and there is a lot of staring around looking confused. They milked that one word to death. It was so slow, and boring! I actually had a better time talking with the women at the table instead of watching the show. By the second act, I wasn’t even paying attention to it anymore. The hour long intermission hadn’t help to maintain interest either. Oh well, the bar has to get people to buy drinks somehow.
I didn’t stay to the end. I got home and to bed by about 1:30. So today should be an interesting experiment in stamina.