It is not minding the fact that you're working on a Saturday and having no plans at all after, but making it up as you go along. Today was a breath of fresh air. Eek, I'm sounding rather trite today, eh?
This evening, after a brief stint at a barbecue this afternoon, I met up with the brothers E. to run lines on Newbury St. [The phrase "run lines" has become a part of my daily vocabulary, but I still think it sounds like I'm into hard drugs every time I say it.] Sitting on Newbury St. and people watching somehow feels quite like Harvard Square. Maybe it's all the brick? Anyhow, the Saturday evening patrons of Newbury St. Starbucks were treated to a double-feature (that is, simultaneously doubled, not in sequence) of some buskers and a trio of aspiring thespians doing our rendition of Rumors -- the whole of Act 1, I believe -- on the patio outside. We later finished Act 2 in Beautiful Medford, making it an early night before our now-weekly Sunday morning gig practicing on the stage in Georgetown.
