Yesterday was hours in the suburbs, meeting with people about the Nebula weekend in Chicago, which I have somehow ended up volunteering to coordinate programming for (Karen, help!!!) -- luckily, it's only one track, two days, and nothing in the evenings. After that, we went to Navy Pier and walked around, which was surprisingly fun -- and while Benjamin was on the carousel, I most gleefully rode the Wave Swinger, which is my favoritest ride, because it feels like you're flying. Really good tapas for dinner at Emilio's last night. Mmmm....
Houseguests leave today, brunch today, must soon make tea, clean front room, cook. Currently reading Rabid Transit: Petting Zoo, enjoying it. Recently finished Nick Hornby's How to Be Good, which had some great relationship stuff in it and was very funny, though I'm afraid I liked the first half of the book better than the second. Trailed off a bit towards the end. But inspired me to write more dialogue.
Kevin and I saw Electricidad at the Goodman Theater Friday night. Well-produced, and the play itself was a cool idea (a Hispanic version of the Electra story, in a mix of Spanish and English). But it somehow didn't seem to go far enough for me; the Hispanic elements seemed in the end to be a fairly superficial layering over the base story, rather than a genuine reinvention that actually meant anything.
I must admit, I've started writing a play. It's Anita's fault -- she's got this South Asian theater company here in Chicago, and she keeps saying they need material. I've only drafted a few pages -- we'll see whether this actually continues or peters out. I've been thinking about how many South Asian girls I know now who are with white boys. And about the truth or dare games that we used to play in college, and the really unique social dynamic we had there. And so...