Hurly Burly and Ethan Hawke's Ass

Last night I went to see the play Hurly Burly staring Ethan Hawke and Parker Posey. Yep, just thirty feet away from him and he was just as glorious in real life as he was in Reality Bites. He begins the play crashed out on a sofa with his shorts half way down, yep, his bum exposed. Don't worry, there were boobies for the guys too. The play was very intense, quite a bit of dialogue and I'm still trying to take it all in. Oh yeah, Wallace Shawn was in it as well...aka...the "inconceivable" guy from Princess Bride. He was ablsolutely brilliant. We won't talk about the little bitch who played Donna who was completely dead pan...nothing behind her...just reading lines like she was in an elementary school play...who the hell is she sleeping her way to the top with. Whewwww.... Other than the little blond bimbo (who I'm feeling strangely violent towards) the show was a great experience. Now, the subway ride home was another story. How can it be that I live in one of most technologically advanced cities in the world but I can't even manage to get a train home. This is when I reach my breaking point. And oh boy did I ever. Yep, I was the CRAAAAZY bitch in the subway who started ranting after having transfered twice due to service changes and then watched two of the trains I was waiting for speed through the station. FINAL STRAW. "Oh that's just f'n great. Just speed past. NOOOBODY here is trying to get anywhere. We're all just standing down here in this godforsaken disgusting HELL HOLE for FUN! (that was the first train and here's when the second one passed) F*CK ME!!! THAT'S RIGHT...JUST BEND ME OVER AND I'LL TAKE IT UP THE ASS. OH...OH...AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT WHY DON'T YOU CUT ME WITH CARDBOARD AND POUR LEMON JUICE IN IT." (keep in mind these are just highlights, I don't remember the the innate things that were streaming from my mouth, not that I would want to share them) All this while ranting, yep, ranting. That included jumping up and down, shaking arms wildly, then throwing them behind me as I chased after the train. Not one of my finest moments since I was yelling at a speeding train in an endless tunnel where noone could here me but the rats and a few bums hangin' around...who consequently moved away from me because I was actually acting crazier than they usually do. Yeah. I must admit though, it was liberating. Of course it didn't change the situation, but it did make me feel a lot better to get that all out. I did finally make it home, exhausted, and not really ready to start the whole process over again in a few hours. Wow. Gotta love those steaming piles of dog shit on the streets and sirens every five minutes. What a delightful and peaceful little city. Now that I've got that off my chest I'm off to bed. I have to serve a breakfast at Hard Rock tomorrow morning at 6am. Don't worry, I'll have sweet dreams of driving my Jeep Grand Cherokee through the canyons and being able to get anywhere in the city within 15 minutes. I miss Salt Lake, my family, my Jeep, and conveniences. Maybe someday I'll find a happy medium.