So yesterday I had lunch at Vynl with Tracing and Sara Astruc and Jen Wade, because Jen was in town for the marathon. It's a good thing that people come into town occasionally, otherwise we'd certainly never see Sara!

We had a nice lunch, and I amused myself by taking the only unattractive pictures of the lovely Jen Wade that anyone has ever seen. And you won't, of course, because I would like her to remain my friend, but I really was quite astonished by them. Frankly, nobody looks good in a shot from below.

My favourite moment was when Sara went to the bathroom, and before she went in she called out to me:

"Um, Kymm? Did you see this?"
"See what?"
"I think you'd better come over here!"

And hung on the wall right outside the bathrooms was my letter of protest from when they took my lemon cake off the menu! Framed! It was so wicked, ultimate, ginchy cool that I could barely stand it. I asked my favourite waiter, and he said that Mary had hung it up the week before.

So if you are ever in NY and you ever go to my Vynl, check out the wall near the bathrooms, and the postcard threatening suicide is mine.

I had rehearsal with Winni and Omar. I had planned to spend two days leisurely going through everything that needed doing, since their scenes together have really been scandalously neglected on my part, but it didn't so much turn out that way.

Omar had a job that was supposed to end in time to make it to rehearsal by 8.30p or so, but it did not. In fact, he didn't make it home until 11p. Fortunately, I have a key and so on, but there wasn't much Winni and I could do by ourselves except for explore the entire apartment, snooping through the bookshelves and the photo albums.

By 10p we were both starving and we hadn't heard from him yet, so I cooked dinner. Remember my bags of meat that live in his freezer? I still haven't brought them home, and a lucky thing too, because Omar keeps no food in his apartment, living apparently off of nectar and dew and the nutrients of the air and cat food and so on.

There wasn't any rice or potatoes or anything to actually cook in besides a single, lonely frying pan, so I made hamburgers. Winni was hugely impressed with the quality of Omaha Steaks meat. I'm so spoiled by it that I wouldn't even think of buying meat from the store.

Finally Omar called and said that he was on his way, so I made him a burger as well. He about fell over when he came through the door and smelled actual food cooking in his actual apartment. "How can you be cooking, I don't have any spices!" "I'm Irish, we don't use spices! What I'd like to know is how a person, let alone a Cuban person, can live in an apartment without rice."

So he ate, and then we worked II-2, the tiny scene of tininess. We ended up working the three page scene until it was golden, but that wasn't anything like as much as I wanted to do. I'm so glad that I had planned two days to work on their scenes, since we will be lucky to get one whole rehearsal out of the two days.

Today's horoscope:
Keep the channels of communication open with your family. If you are truly interested in what they tell you, they will share more.

One year ago today:
I was really sick in January, and I think I only realized how sick when I saw how few stairs there were.

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