To Love Myself
An identity is questioned only when it is menaced, as when the mighty begin to fall, or when the wretched begin to rise, or when the stranger enters the gates, never, thereafter, to be a stranger.
-- James Baldwin
Sunday, June 1, 1997
Today was my turn to get in line early for the Secret Festival, so I managed to get down to the Egyptian Theater a little before 10 AM. I ended up before the dumpster, and not standing under the "Sword of Damocles" weight that is counterbalancing the fire escape. And what a charming alley it is! I passed the time listening to NPR and reading a book by Mary Balogh, an author I really like. I was joined by A--- and W--- around 11, and took the chance to run off to the QFC grocery store and buy some Cinnabon. What is the secret ingredient that makes those rolls so irresistable?
Then W-- offered to drive down to the Harvard Exit for the next show. Lucky she did, because some passholders were turned away, even though they arrived within the time parameters stated in the rules. We were up in the front row of the balcony, A---'s preferred seating at that theater, and C--- and D--- joined us. A fun group!
Then dinner with A-- at Kitto's Noodle House on Broadway. Succulent grilled salmon to start, then Shrimp Donburi for me and Beef yakisoba for A---. His plate was huge! At first he was saying he'd have half of it for Monday lunch, but he steadily worked his way through it and managed to finish it.