I used to have an attitude. I still do. But I was suppressing it so as to appeal to the vanilla pablum of a broader audience. Screw that. My my niche-y bitchies love me and my old time friends who are gentile know that I am a bit outrageous at times.
It has been so long since May; the Solstice has gone by, US Women’s Soccer ruled, and all that. I intended to update in June after launching my new theme and reintegrating HRS, WLP, and everything into a perfectly organized, seamlessly meshed site. I’m well into the process, but not finished with all that as I had planned. What’s new?
At this very moment I am in Brooklyn at the DUMBO Wings. What’s that you ask?
DUMBO stands for Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass. The Wing is a network of work & community spaces designed for women of all definitions.
So I am traveling with the Hubster. He is attending INRC 50th Anniversary Conference. Gabe, mentioned above, is an amazing children’s book author. She is also my step-daughter. (If I knew how to insert a heart icon via WordPress I would put one right after mentioning her because she is wonderful.)
This is a quick trip but I still may not get the site totally reconfigured this month. In fact I know I won’t. Life is interesting and sometimes it is difficult to ignore everything and just work. We arrived Friday, but decided to eat at a unique little Nepalese place in Queens.
Friday – Nepali food in Queens 
Saturday – The Brooklyn Museum 
Saturday – Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party at the Brooklyn Museum
Saturday Evening was a meal at Brighton Beach. So much character and delicious seafood.
And Sunday…. It was Burn This.
The only thing better than seeing this play would have been seeing the original production with John Malkovich in 1987 (at which time Mr. Driver was around 4 years old) and this production as well. But in 1987 I had not yet married my own raucous, fiery main character who has been known to enter a room with an air of danger just like the character of “Pale.” No, my Hubster of 30 years isn’t a portly Prussian version of Pale, nor does he remind me of the coked up 80s, but boy-oh-boy is this play a reminder of dysfunctional recreation in the 80s. I had forgotten how drugged out so many people were. This is a period piece that captures the intensity of coked up males engaged in courting displays and aggressive dominance bouts back then.
I had thought the highlight of this trip would be getting to visit The Wing because I am obsessed with Tucson needing something like this, but on a smaller scale, which it does. But there are many highlights and I am only half way through this trip.
More on everything in another post.