It takes precisely 15 days to lose all track of what day it is and to stop registering the passage of time. I know this because this morning, it took me nearly 10 minutes to suss out what day it is… and I don’t mean the date. Without my daily, highly regimented schedule, I’ve fallen into an “every day is Saturday” mode. Tricky because, of course, other people work on weekdays, and if I need to get something done, I should probably do it when they are around. Still, law of averages should be on my side.
This is not to suggest that the crazy panic of needing to do something has left the back of my brain. No, that is still popping up at moments. It’s that insidious feeling that I’ve forgotten something, or that something is looming. Both could be true, but I’m hoping they aren’t. Perhaps it’s just the consternation that happens when after a very long time, I don’t have a paycheck being direct deposited anymore. Clearly, it throws off the balance of even sane people—of which, I might be less and less of one every day.
Luckily, my focus was on when Sunday rolled around because I finally got to see the long-awaited God of Carnage downtown at the Ahmanson. I wasn’t going to go because there were big May Day rallies/protests planned for that area, and that sounded far from appealing. I had nearly given up on the idea of going entirely, when I decided to check sigalert.com just to be safe (God bless the people who put traffic indicators up on a website). Much to my surprise, the freeways looked empty—hardly a normal phenomenon in LA. So, despite having less than 20 minutes to get ready, I dashed off.
If you are thinking about going to see God of Carnage, do it! It’s very funny… in all the wrong ways (making it hilarious and brutal at the same time). It is not for children. The entire cast (Jeff Daniels, Hope Davis, Marcia Gay Harden and James Gandolfini) were really “on” for the Sunday performance, and the audience went crazy for it. Here’s my tip: you don’t need front orchestra seats for this show, so if you don’t have the money for the close seats, don’t worry about it. This plays to the back rows. I can’t tell you my last thought when leaving the theater (spoilers), but if you email me, I’ll share.