Jumpstart

Bloody hellfire. That was quite a weekend.
Krissa and I had our last two performances of A Midsummer Night's Dream, another visit to IKEA led to hours of furniture building and redecorating, we were complicit in the abduction of our own furniture (the open sidewalks and freebie-loving passersby of New York are a handy way of getting rid of unwanted goods), munched our way through a diner breakfast and over the two days there was so much frenetic action on the sidelines that it filled up the gaps left by all of the above. I don't think there was a moment when we weren't doing something.

Jen and her beau came along to the Sunday performance in a warehouse art gallery in Redhook, Brooklyn, as did Shana, Heather, Jason, Conrad and a bunch of other people. It was fantastic, an amazing space for the performance and on a beautiful day, and I think everyone in the cast gave it their all. There was a real thrill to the show because of the size and reaction of the audience. Everyone played out of their skins, and I think that if you've got five and six year-old kids laughing their heads off at Shakespeare then that's something pretty special.

Our living room has been completely transformed. After two trips to IKEA, three LACKs, two BILLYs and a BENNO, I have an announcement to make:

Krissa and I now have enough room for our books.

How long this state of affairs will continue is anyone's guess. I for one feel a newfound sense of book-buying liberty, as though freedom has come to an oppressed land, or a too-tight pair of shoes has been removed. All of a sudden there is room.
So despite the downside of last night's bizarre dream in which our new black bookcases took the place of the monoliths in 2001: A Space Odyssey, I'd say it was money well spent.