She's still pissed after I wouldn't go with her to the goth glampunk musical version of Alberto Pérez-Gómez's decon- structionist architecture version of the Hypnerotomachia Polyphilo.
What did I do? I stayed at home and watched a Jai Alai match first, and then later some of the Sumo Championships and had some really good nachos with some homemade queso and japalenos. Nah, I just did't like the venue. You can't do Pérez-Gómez's Polyphilo indoors.. Its got to be in the round, like in a labyrinth, and you would follow the actors through. Yeah, She told me I was a gas-station attendant, so what would I know about adapting deconstructionist theoretical texts for avant-garde theatre.. I told her about the play I wrote in college which was sort of like an uplifting version of _Boys from Brazil_ where the Hitler clones grow up to be these nice interesting homosexual Bank managers who collect contemporary art and also voudun artifacts and raise Chow dogs. No, she wasn't impressed. She said it was camp. I know, like what is Pérez-Gómez set to a goth glampunk mix. She says it has more resonance, more cache', especially as alot of the sets are projected computer generated models. I know, whatever. Yeah. Okay. I'll see you in the morning. First tanker gets in around 10am.. Yeah, I'll tell Margaret. Maybe we can play some darts in the afternoon if business slacks off, send Jimmy to get us a Mocha...
