The Dream?

We’re here, we’re working our way through this season of, well, you know! I’ve never been a big fan of the christian, end-of-year psychosis (I know, christian and psychosis is redundant) but you have to know that it makes it all that much easier to deal with when you can step out of the Metro station on Bleaker St. and into the warm confines of the Lynn Redgrave Theater to watch four people freak-the-fuck-out on Shakespeare’s Hamlet! It was awesome, it was Bedlam! A good friend of ours was in the city on the obligatory university tour for her offspring and scored us a couple of tickets to the show. It was the perfect thing to do on a cold, cold night in Gotham. I have seen Hamlet more times than any other Shakespeare play, maybe 12 times in all, and it always blows my mind at how much of our pop culture was brazenly stolen from that play. It’s like watching Casa Blanca only better, every single line in it has been masticated by every media machine we have and it still stands the test of time on its own. Brilliant! Just in case you forgot what our home looks like… There’s no doubt about it, winter is real in this part of the woods and for some reason, it still takes the utility companies by surprise. The night we went to see the show a water main broke and left the marina without potable water for about 6 hours. It didn’t effect us very much. We had water in the tanks for coffee and neither one of us are that prone to a daily shower now that they are 1/3rd of a mile from the boat… Every other day is just fine with me, really! Anyway, We’re here,[…]

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