Blahblahblahandthen OHMYGOD Wednesday matinee day

That's what life feels like lately. Wednesdays are the shit, contrary to popular belief. Given my work schedule, Wednesday at 2pm is the only reliable time I can see a Broadway show (and for student rush prices, no less!). So the past couple Wednesdays have been joyous, old-fogey filled afternoon theater adventures.

Today, I saw "The Seafarer," by Conor McPherson. At first, it was just a delightful banter-fest (those Irish accents SLAY ME). Somewhere in the second act, it became the Broadway play where I (seated cheaply in the front row) almost got hit square in the middle of my forehead by a piece of flying set. It's a fight scene, and a chair gets thrown into a dresser-- which in this ill-fated performance, starred an air-borne drawer handle that chipped violently off. Towards the audience. Right at me.

Thanks to my ninja-esque reflexes and a readiness at all times for shit to try hitting me in the face, I ducked. It actually would have hit me if I hadn't. And later, when the show had ended and it became acceptable, everyone in my section of the audience was like "HOLYSHITDUDETHATWASAWESOME." Which is funny to hear when a retiree says it.

Otherwise, I had a pretty boring week.

Other than the fact that I'm not eating meat anymore. We'll talk about that soon. I'm shleepy and I plan on waking up early to do some fuckin YOGA.