Here it is, 1p on a Sunday and I've already been out to the city and back again! But this entry is not the story of today, it's the story of yesterday, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for the story of this morning.

Did that make sense?

So yesterday I did something that you cannot imagine. Something that I have been meaning to do for a terribly long time. Go here. See that second item from the bottom? And they were overdue even then!

Yes, I finally returned my library books,the ones that were due today, actually, but today 1996. I walked into the library with fear and trepidation, got to the front of the line, and gave my books to the librarian, murmuring "These are all slightly overdue."

She checked them all back in, then looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and a half-smile and said "Slightly?"

I told some half-truth about moving and packing the books and forgetting about them and things, and she charged me $75.95, of which I paid $40 with a promise to pay the rest later.

What a relief, though! What a marvelous sense of accomplishment, doing something that I have been putting off for three years! See, procrastination makes the most ordinary things seem special.

Then I went to the TKTS booth to see what was on the board.

Death of a Salesman was not, but Closer was, so I decided to see that. And it was a completely wonderful show, I'm so glad that I didn't miss it, what with it closing tonight and all (not yesterday after all, that was a mis-print).

Closer is very dark and cold and funny, about two couples who become different couples and always one of them is longing for the other one again, so they switch back.

It originally starred Natasha Richardson, but just as when I saw Cabaret, I missed her. I'm beginning to think that she doesn't actually exist. Her replacement was Polly Draper, an actress that I never much liked when she was in thirtysomething, as she played Ellyn, the most annoying character in the whole show (a neat trick, as Fran said, but I loved that show!). She is a wonderful actress, though,and I loved her in the play.

Also in the show were Rupert Graves, Anna Friel who was so wonderful in Midsummer, and Ciarán "We are one SOUL,Jane!!" Hinds, who played Mr.Rochester in the most recent Jane Eyre and Captain Wentworth in the glorious Persuasion. An all-round fantastic cast.

At one point, Polly and Anna are talking, and Polly says:

"We come to men with our baggage,and for a while they're brilliant, they're baggage-handlers. We say "Where is your baggage?" but they don't have any, they're In Love! Then, after a couple of months, a truck backs up. Their baggage had been delayed."

Isn't that the greatest line? They also had the most astonishingly good metaphor for relationship baggage. In each scene, you see, the furniture was only used once, and then pushed to the back of the stage when the scene was set. But in the first act they brought down a scrim every time to hide the furniture, and though you dimly knew it was there, you got distracted by the scene and forgot about it. In the second act, they stopped hiding the furniture, though they didn't light it, so it was more obviously there, but you weren't paying tons of attention to it. Then, in the last scene the back of the stage was fully lit and you could see these piles of crap from earlier scenes, and suddenly, with 20/20 hindsight you could remember how it all got there, though you weren't really noticing at the time.

Incredible.

When I got home, I watched VH1 Behind the Music on the Bay City Rollers.

I never liked them when I was a kid, I was firmly in the Shaun Cassidy camp, but I was a TiGer Beat magazine subscriber and thus couldn't possibly avoid them, therefor my accidental favourite was Woody.

And so, my brilliance in picking the right crush is still unparalleled. First was Mike Nesmith, my fave Monkee, who ended up being the richest (mother invented white-out), most talented (the glorious Elephant Parts), and by far the one who aged the best. Seen everyone else's favourite, Davy Jones lately? Not a pretty sight.

Then it was Shaun Cassidy, not his parallel teen dream, Leif Garrett. Shaun is still mighty fine looking, and created the glorious series a few years back, American Gothic. Leif is a bald coke-head.

And the Bay City Rollers? Woody is the only cute one left, the rest all look like math teachers or puffy old rock has-beens. I may not be able to pick 'em in life, but I sure can in media crushes!

Today's horoscope:
Loved ones make demands on your pocketbook. Toe the line between over indulgence and too much denial.

One year ago today:
Now featuring frog porn!!

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