August 3, 2013

Good time at the studio. Ample nap time under the near-perfect skies. Got my new glasses, which I suppose provide better vision, but which at the moment are making me sick. The gynocracy at the optician’s instructed me in every detail of care and adjustment.

Neil Simon’s The Sunshine Boys at SART. Simon knew how to write ‘em, so they clicked along like little clockwork toys. Despite classy acting, not a memorable evening of theater. Dear God, R has gotten old! Drinks at Avenue M, chat with handsome Jake, then hollowly to bed.