Sunday, February 27, 2005

Stayed out too Late

last night. Went to play downtown, took an hour and a half to get home. Saw a group of college students in full formal wear carrying sculling oars down Peachtree at Midnight. Along with old men in plaid tuxedos, intermingled with the poets and prostitutes. Big crowds outside all the clubs -- even the burrito places. Play was not superior -- bad staging, predictiable archetypes, over acting for the younger couple in play. Not worth $25 a ticket (not that I paid that, mind you.)

Haven't written a pastoral prayer, my drama this morning has not been rehearsed. Overslept, and what am I doing? Checking email and blogging.



Kathryn said...

Phew...that means that there are 2 of us who procrastinate till the last moment and beyond.
Hope it went ok anyway.

Birdie said...

but see? blogging is the ultimate expression of prayer and community, sharing thoughts and dreams and all good and bad sacred moments.

Thicket Dweller said...

Ooh. Sounds like me. I love it.