Does anybody wanna do, like, an online book club with me? I was thinking we could decide on a book using an online polling widget or something, I could write up some discussion questions about the book we choose and then we could, um, discuss it on the Internet. Then we could pick another book and someone else could come up with questions about it and we could discuss it on the Internet again. It would be like an in-real-life book club except for the, you know, sitting in a circle and saying words out loud to other human beings parts.
In observance of Tennis Tuesday (or #coreyandtommydoearth), Tommy and I made our way through another San Francisco neighborhood last night. Below is what I contributed to the Corey and Tommy Do Earth web log.
Thomas P. Hayes,
First, it was so super great to see your face and body yesterday. Secondly, I think you might be wondering why there's a picture of a toilet at the top of this post. In case you don't remember last night, the cozy little booze nest across the street from Golden Gate Park that we went to in the Inner Sunset called The Little Shamrock had a restroom with a toilet in it that sat at the far end of an extremely long hallway, I think for patrons that like to get a running start before they poop. Anyway, I like this picture and the idea of Sprint Shitting, so I posted it up there so I wouldn't forget to do it later.
Moreover, portions of the evening that I would like to remember in addition to the toilet with the runway include:
- Not ordering the delicious looking chicken wings that everybody else in the restaurant ordered (and that Yelp told us to order) at that Chinese place we went to when the pho place we wanted to go to was closed
- The "Thanks to denial, I'm immortal." quote behind the bar at The Little Shamrock
- Learning about Organic Mediation (wink) from you
I can't wait until next year when we "do" Noe Valley! Also, I really can't wait to start using Tennis Tuesdays for tennis playing again. I'm getting fat.
I hate you (but only because it's Opposite Day)!
P.S. Here is a picture of you with Kari.
I watched a homeless man get kicked out of the lobby of my office building today. It was cold outside and rain was coming down in huge, ceaseless drops and the security guard walked in, asked the manager where the man was sleeping and then kicked him awake and shooed him out onto the sidewalk. I was on the phone with the San Francisco Homeless Outreach Team trying to get someone to come and pick the man up to bring him to a shelter and when I told the security guard as much he just looked at me and said, "These people don't want to be helped." I started to tell him that he was wrong but I didn't have any evidence to the contrary so instead I pulled out my phone and sent Bevan a pissed off text message that said, "Let's get rid of everybody and start over."
Bevan, Sidney and I are seeing Kinky Boots at the Orpheum on Friday night as part of our joint Christmas slash Hanukkah celebration before I fly home to Michigan on Saturday for almost two weeks. Kinky Boots is a musical about a struggling British shoe factory and its young, straitlaced owner who forms an unlikely partnership with a drag queen to save the business. It won a bunch of Tony Awards in 2013, including one for Best Musical.
Speaking of shows that won the Tony for Best Musical (Flawless Segue Achievement UNLOCKED), this Monday's music video is my favorite number from George Furth and Stephen Sondheim's 1971 Best Musical winner Company as performed by my second favorite diva (after Bevan, of course).
The Newsroom ended its two and a half season run earlier tonight with a final episode that didn't quite live up to the impossibly high expectations I'd created for it in my mind, but I'm still sad it's over. Like, really sad. The characters were likable, the dialogue was snappy and for an hour every Sunday night I got to sit in front of my television set and feel shamelessly idealistic about the world.
There were certainly a lot of memorable moments in Aaron Sorkin's latest TV drama, but I still think that the show's opening scene was its best scene.