B and I put shirts and ties onto our bodies and headed to The Geary Theater for a concert version of Jason Robert Brown's The Last Five Years earlier tonight. Although I'd seen the show performed by two acting students in the basement of St. Alphonsus in Chicago with Linda and Molly like six-ish years ago, this version, performed by two Broadway stars, was so darned special-er. In fact, when it was over Bevan, who knew next to nothing about the show beforehand, turned to me and said, "I wish there was some way I could thank them for that."
I rushed home from work earlier tonight and showered and changed my clothes and then hopped a Lyft Line to Toad Hall to meet up with Tommy and his Yale gays for two-for-one drinks and some idle chatter and after they left T and I hitched a ride to his brother Robbie's place in Noe Valley just to grab a painting that Tommy had left there three months ago but we ended up staying and watching college basketball and drinking whiskey before leaving to drop the painting off on some guy's doorstep and then hitting up Sparky's for late-night wings and fries and dessert food, which Tommy pretended to be sad about.
I love this.
"I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it."
That is all.
My mom wrote something about my dad for her web blog this morning that she knew he wouldn't want published on the Internet so she emailed me to post it for her in secret and this is a screenshot of us giggling about it on FaceTime.