August 14, 2015

Reception in the Glass House. Rocky the mascot dog was there. I hadn’t realized there was an actual animal. He was sweet and friendly. When I went back for seconds, I saw a man sitting alone at a table, so I sat down with him. Missed the name in the loud room, but he is a graduate of the Sorbonne and his concentration is the study of Unitarianism in Transylvania. You can’t make these things up. Met A and  afterwards at the Funkatorium, a brew-bar on Coxe. Talked about the theater. I probably don’t want to talk about that any more today. If A gets the part he auditioned for yesterday, he has promised the gods he will ride his here bike from Brooklyn. Delicious evening rains.