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March 23rd, 2007

Today was a rescheduled work day for me—from Tuesday, when I was flying back from Dallas.

I took a late lunch to attend a S-L meeting, at which I was given a 200% increase on a stipend. Sweet!



After work, I met Kevin (av8rdude) at Helios, where I tried one of their smoothies for the first time: vanilla yogurt, a banana, and two dollops of peanut butter in a blender. It was tasty, but I wanted it to be colder.



At about 6:30, I headed to Durham, where I picked up Robert, and we went to C&H for dinner. I had a salad, Teriyaki chicken, and some fried okra. It was all good.



We got to Manbites Dog at about 7:50, got our tickets at Will Call, and said hello to Gregor in the lobby, which was strange for two reasons:
  1. Whenever he's performing, he doesn't like to know which night his friends will be in the audience, and
  2. Of course, as an actor in the evening's performance, he's never just milling about the lobby.
However, in tonight's production of an oak tree, he is playing the role of "the father," and has never read the play or the script.

I have seen my friend Gregor in a lot of plays, and I have to say that I think this was by far his best work—even more amazing, as it was something he didn't even rehearse.

Alan R. Hall, Triangle Theater Review, described the play this way: "An amazing amalgam of silent instruction, role-playing, flashback, and absurd irony...Truly astonishing."

I wanted to attend this play twice to see what it looked like with one of the other actors playing the father, but didn't manage to do it. Fortunately someone else did, and here is Orla's review.



I stopped by Flex on the way home. It was not very crowded. I played a game of pool with this guy from Fayettenam (I've already forgotten his name), and this cigar-smoker named Joe came up distributing cigars to both of us. The other guy lit his up, and I left them both to carry on.

I played a couple of games against the pool wiz, Marcus, and asked him didn't he think—much like in golf and bowling—that I should be rewarded some type of handicap to play him. I ended up talking him into a handicap of: you have to beat me by four balls.



I like this one from indexed blog:



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