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?
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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.
![Adam Driver and Keri Russell at the Hudson in "Burn This."](https://womenslegacyproject.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/IMG_2121-e1562611881601-747x1024.jpg)
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.
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