The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Monday, May 26, 1997
Third day of a three day weekend means I had this morning to get caught up on some journals I have started reading. I got up to present time on Diary of a Young Squirrel and silentium amoris. I like coming in on the middle of a journal and going back to the beginning and reading till I reach the present. It's like time travel, getting closer and closer to the present.
When it was time for the festival, I set off walking down the hill to Broadway. I stopped off at My Favorite Pirogie and got a ham and cheese and a bacon, ham, cheese and green onion pirog. Yum! but I had to eat them on the way, and while standing in line, because the Broadway Perfomance Hall venue allows no eating inside the auditorium. I guess this is because it isn't only a movie theater, but also a concert hall and legitimate theater, and they want to keep it nice.
