notes & things | 6/28/2026
It's been a whirl of a couple weeks since I last checked in--largely due to our one year anniversary celebrating and festivities, which started last weekend back where it all began (the wedding, that is) out in Woodstock where we were able to catch one of the Woodstock Opera House's productions--Rock of Ages, filled with all the best glam and hair metal rock of the early to mid 80s. While we were only out for the night and had to be back Saturday, we were able to eat dinner and hang out in the main square before where there was music and things happening. (we also discovered they have a huge weekend farmers market there the next morning we need to catch next time if we can find parking.) Then, it was back to the city, where I went along to J's weekly karaoke gig. Sunday, the actual anniversary, we caught a play in the city about censorship (Southern Rapture, which is based on a real story about staging Angels in America in the deep south, then had dinner at a steakhouse place out in the burbs J loved as kid but hadn't gotten back to in recent years. But that was kind of only the beginning, since our gifts to each other, was more theater this week (a lot of shows were closing this month and what else would be do with extra money, small as it is. ). We were able to catch the final week of Brokeback Mountain out at CST, Iceboy! at Goodman, and Water for Elephants from the Broadway series. The two that especially stood out though, were much lower profile showings of Ibsen's Enemy of the People in Timeline's new space, which may be the only piece of theater I've seen that strummed social chords so well it almost made me curl up in a ball afterwards, and a tiny modernized production of Antigone by the Promethean Theater Ensemble over at The Den Theatre Friday night.
In my own more theatrical pursuits, I was able to put the finishing touches on the Macbeth witches play and post it over at the New Play Exchange, as well as finished a short play about vampires, called Terrible Things, I was submitting to a local festival. What I initially planned to send there got a little too lengthy and I need to come back to it without a looming deadline. J has a couple more out-of-town wedding gigs I'll be tagging along on for some more self-made retreat action for me, which have been especially good for plays if not poems. This week, though, I am turning back to prep and promotion for MARRY KISS KILL, which has been finalized and copies ordered. You can get in on the pre-order action here.
The next week, will be a hot one, forecasts say. We have been marveling over the mildness this past week compared to last year's hellish heat that forced the wedding indoors. There were a couple days I even needed a jacket. J bought a new A/C for the bedroom, which means it's cooler than the little one we inherited from friends last year to replace the one that stopped working the summer before. My little dining room is still chugging away, though I've mostly just been running the fan of late. Between the two of them, they can manage to keep everywhere but the bathroom cool anyways.
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