Sunday, October 13, 2002
I felt like doing nothing today. Slept. I think it was the wine from last night. I don't usually have wine. Shopped online for a lighting solution for the kitchen where our dinner table doubles as Patrick's office desk, so he doesn't really have enough light to work comfortably. We're not sure if a paper lantern will provide enough light; we don't have space for a large fixture, and we don't own our place so we don't want to deal with a ceiling fixture you need to hardwire. After several hours, I gave up—no simple and inexpensive and tasteful solutions presented themselves. Got sleepy again, so I took a nap. Patrick worked all day on Chinese homework and writing, and Sam took him to the grocery for more dinner supplies. In the evening I woke from my nap and helped Patrick with the preparations for dinner with Felice. Felice Picano came over for dinner. He brought flyers for his new play called The Bombay Trunk which world premieres at the New Conservatory in about 2 weeks for a 2-month run through the holidays. We talked about the play, cooking, writing, Felice's new Web site, James bond actors, Yan-Kit, Arthur C. Clarke, the recent gay bashings in West Hollywood.