So yesterday, Melody and Amanda were in town and I had said that I could have lunch with them, but I had said that over the weekend, not at work when I would actually know what was going on, and when I got to work Monday I remembered that my entire department was going out to lunch together at the most expensive restaurant that we thought that we could get away with, and we had chosen Tuesday because I had insisted!

"We can't on Friday because I'm going to Boston, we can't on Thursday because I am going out to dinner, and we can't on Wednesday because it's Ash Wednesday and I can't have meat, so it'll have to be Tuesday!"

So, no Melody and Amanda, but yes sitting at a table as far away as I could from the members of my department that I hate.

But it was all about the food, all about appetizers and desserts and big entrees, all about sticking it to The Company to make up for my crappy raise.

And it ended up not being so bad, actually--we had fun, we had a 2 hour lunch that was completely sanctioned by management since they were there, too, and I had shrimp cocktail, spaghetti bolognase, tiramisu and three Cokes, and spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to fall asleep at my desk.

After work I had rehearsal with The Tiresome People (though there was a new cast member who wasn't there on Monday who sounds exactly like King Friday XIII) that ended early enough for me to run to Brooklyn to try to vote!

It was so strange, riding the subway that I rode every day for ten years to the station that I got off at for ten years, like going home, but I knew that I wasn't.

I have spent so little time in Brooklyn since leaving it, but whenever I go I always feel like Scrooge with the Ghost of Christmas Past, "Know it? I could walk it blindfolded!" until I'm brought up short by an unfamiliar store in the middle of a street where it does not belong. Someday it will be the opposite--I'll be startled by something familiar in a row of new stores, like I am with the East Village now.

Anyway, I raced up Union, got to 6th, walked a couple of blocks to the school, walked in as someone was walking out, and was immediately chased away, because it was like 9.01p. Of course, that's only fair, but I do so wish that I could have voted.

So, since I was in Brooklyn anyway, I thought I'd have dinner at the Purity, my favourite diner.

Is it the best diner in the world? Yes. Does it have the best food or the best waiters or the prettiest decor? No, but it's the best because it's mine.

Or it was. Because it was closed. That was a real knife to the heart, a real "You don't live here anymore." So I went to a different diner, a block away, a new one. Maybe it rove the Purity out of business. The food was good, but it was all dark wood and hunter green table tops, and it was just wrong.

Lessons learned? You can't go home again. And you can't vote there if you get there a little bit late.

In my year ago today entry, I talked about Stanley Kubrick's death and said:

"He was a great talent and it is a great loss, but boy do I hope that it's a good movie. It's always a shame when the last thing a person does before they shuffle off this mortal coil is a dog. Like if Peter Sellers had only managed to die a little earlier, his last movie would have been the brilliant Being There rather than the revoltingly bad Fiendish Plot of Dr. Fu Manchu.

Stanley Kubrick should have a great film for his last."

Some fucking foreshadowing, that! But I certainly didn't expect that not only would it be bad, but would be the worst film of 1999!

Today's horoscope:
Your family accepts more than you realize. Bask in their support and affection.

One year ago today:
Yesterday I rehearsed the naked play nakedly for the first time, which meant that I had my head in my hands for half of the show.

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