By 4 p.m. today I was at my end at school. My thinking cells had expired or at least over-extended. My body was saying enough.
I drove home.
Samson greeted me warmly. I sat down on the porch to read the Times and drink a Diet Pepsi. Not long after, a friend arrived. We drove to dinner at Three Monkeys on Morgan Ford in South City, where we met two others for a delightful dinner. I ordered the fish basket, washing down dinner with a couple of Schlafly Kolsch brews. The fries were just like Mom used to make on Saturday evening for dinner.
The big plan this evening was to see La Cage aux Folles at Ivory Theatre in the Carondolet neighborhood. After all, this is one of my favorite shows in the world, and I’m still hoping to play one of the leads before I get too old. I saw the national tour in the mid-80’s, and attended the London revival just a few weeks ago.
The show? I left at intermission.