Yesterday was a strange day where things kept going wrong, but only one of them was really bad, and I'm not certain of it yet.

So what happened was that Cynthia had asked me what I was doing this weekend, and I said nothing so she set up a Mary Kay party for Saturday at 3p and told me just as I was reminded that I said that I would do the box office for the Samuel French festival at the theatre this weekend.

But we thought that since it started at 3p and I didn't have to be at the theatre until 5p that it would work out.

Also invited were Deb and Richard, since they have decided to move to Weehawken, so they were going to drive out in the car they just got and look around the neighbourhood. Cynthia and Fran were going to be at the dojo, though, and thought that they might be just the triflest bit late getting home, so Cynthia asked me to be up in the house around 3p to let them in.

So I was sitting on the sofa watching VH1's Where Are They Now?-Women in Rock Edition ("Wow, so that's what happened to Lita Ford!"), and nobody came and nobody came and nobody came, then at 3.20p Deb called, saying that they had had to have something done to the car, so they were picking the car up and then would come over and they'd be there around 4p.

I thought that it would be okay, 'cause I only had to leave the house at 4.45p to get to the theatre on time.

So then more time goes by and more time goes by ("Will there really be a Bangles reunion?") and finally the family comes home, and Sempai Hazel (the wife of their Karate master and the Mary Kay Representative in question) and her family came, then Deb called to say that they weren't coming after all, because when Richard took the car in to get one bolt fixed, they talked him into an emergency front end alignment.

Of course, there is no such thing as a front end alignment that can't wait 'till the next day, particularly when you had plans to be somewhere, but Richard was being hysterical and wasn't answering Deb's pages.

"I'm just so mad right now I could kill him!"
"Don't do that, your child will grow up without a father!"
"At this point, I don't care."

Anyway, it was 4.40p and I really had to leave, so Cynthia and I had the fastest Mary Kay facials in the history of the world, and I am now just radiantly beautiful. No, honestly, people are dropping to their knees at the sight of me.

I managed not to buy any more facial products, but I did get the hand kit, since after using it my hands were so soft I couldn't stop touching them. When I saw Nik later in the evening I said "Feel my hand!" and he said that they were like down, so there you have it. I recommend it highly.

Anyway, I got to the theatre kind of late, but it wasn't so bad.

The Samuel French is always a zoo. It's a one-act contest for Samuel French to choose what plays to publish every year in a special volume, which means that tons of theatre companies are involved and tons of different audiences coming in for just one play then leaving, and it's all a big pain.

The bad thing that happened was really near the end of the evening when I had no change and borrowed eight dollars from Sharon to give to an audience member, and then another woman ran in and I promised her change when she came out, so I grabbed one of the ushers and gave her two twenties. "Run to Dunkin Donuts and buy a donut with one twenty and a coke with the other, and that will give me lots of change"

Five minutes went by, ten minutes went by. "Where is that idiot?" I said, "Was she hit by a car? I have to go!" Fifteen minutes went by, twenty minutes. I went outside to see if Nik was there, and he was. "I'm just waiting for this silly usher," I said, then I looked towards Dunkin Donuts and saw a stopped bus and a police car, then an ambulance passed us.

I blanched. That is the corner where Kirsten was hit last year, and where Bill and Le and Merry were hit before that. Everyone get's hit on that corner--it's the most dangerous corner in New York. I ran back inside and told Kirsten, who also went pale, but said that she might have been a witness rather than a victim, so she ran to the corner but she didn't see her, and all she could find out was that it was a woman who was hit.

It has to have been her (I don't actually know her name), and it's my fault because I sent her for change. I can only hope that she wasn't hurt too badly.

Then Nik and I went out, and as though to punish me for hurting the usher, everything just kept going wrong. I apologized to Nik that he was paying my karmic debt as well by being with me.

We stopped at the bar for a beer, since Nik was exhausted from work and just wanted to sit with a Guinness in his hand for a bit, but then we wanted to go see The Matrix, and there were 11p shows at the Lincoln Plaza uptown and the Union Square downtown.

"Should we do 777-FILM?"
"Nah, it's been open for two weeks and it's 11p on a Saturday! Plus I'm sick of those $1.50 surcharges."

So we went uptown, and it was sold out. Of course. So we broke down and called 777-FILM and got tickets for Union Square, then he absolutely had to eat, so we ran to Gray's Papaya and he choked down a couple of hot dogs, then we leapt into a cab and raced downtown.

It was a $10 cab ride, but worth it, because we got there just exactly at 11p. But it must have been 11.01p, because the 777-FILM machine had no record of our tickets.

Wah! So we decided to go to a coffeeshop and sit, but the first one we tried was closing and the second one the kitchen was closing in five minutes, but I got a bagel anyway, since I was hungry.

We sort of looked at each other and wondered why we weren't allow to go see The Matrix? We're going to try again on Monday.

Afterwards, we wandered around the Village for a couple of hours, looking at the nice places to live. He said "Let's walk down some of those little streets and pretend that we live there but that we can't remember which one is our house."

So it ended up being a really nice night, but not the way that we planned. O, and we've decided to go to Boston for a weekend in June, so brace yourselves, Robert and Columbine!

Yesterday, in regard to my recasting of The Lion in Winter, I couldn't think of a Philip, but Lucy suggested her new true love, Horatio Hornblower, aka Ioan Gruffudd. I haven't seen the show, but there's enough fuss over him to make it a valid suggestion.

I also said "I had a John last night, but I can't remember who it was." which brought much sniggering from the peanut gallery.

Minds out of the gutter, please!

Today's horoscope:
Appropriate tools make playing more fun. Get the best mitt, golf club, pencil, racquet, goggles, etc. for maximum enjoyment.

One year ago today:
"You'll have to be more specific, you've just described half the state!"

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