Meanwhile I'm mourning two other things that have slipped through my fingers. Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf at Trafalgar Studios managed to sell itself out three weeks ago (and nary a return has come up as far as I've known), while Punchdrunk's Tunnel 228 is totally booked out. I know half of you think I do too much, but what's frustrating to me is that I still just can't keep up with all of the great stuff that happens here.
Tomorrow: big plan is housecleaning for hours. Oh, and the patio set
wechsler got us as a housewarming present is shown up - with luck perhaps I can eat lunch outside! 