Sadly, I have no funny stories from the day. We have actually been quite busy doing New York City sorts of things and forgetting to bring our camera to said New York City sorts of things. On Monday night we had a little Macalester get-together with pre-show drinks and then an evening of music from the 1950s and 1960s. We saw The Marvelous Wonderettes, a musical about a group of high school girls performing at their senior prom. It was actually really good. B knew all but three of the songs, and I knew... ummm... about three total! This is what happens when you spend your formative years listening to Willie Nelson instead of the classic rock radio stations.
And then last night I went to a poetry reading! I know, crazy, huh? ME at a poetry reading? Adrienne Rich was there, and she read both from her poetry and prose. And a wonderful poet named Antjie Krog from South Africa also read, in English and Afrikaans. It was quite nice. I will just go ahead and admit right now: I had no idea who Adrienne Rich was until last night. There, I said it. I'm a bad feminist.
Well now I better go an objectify some women, so I'll leave you with this picture I took in Riverside Park the other day. I do love art inspired by Greek grave stelae, yes I do!
A post of real substance should be coming soon. Maybe.