First, I need to eat
an early dinner, especially if it’s a seven o’clock curtain, like it is
tonight. Next, I have to get dressed in something
dressier than the Lululemon running pants I wear around the house. (This way I’m always exercise-ready). I need to put on some makeup. I must wait for the bus to take me into a
crowded midtown. And then, more often
than not, I sit in a cramped seat with someone annoying seated nearby. Usually it’s a person loudly unwrapping
candy, but it could be a snorer, or someone texting.
Tonight I have
tickets with Meredith to see a play at Manhattan Theater Club called Regrets.
The reviews are mixed, making it even less enticing. I email Meredith late in the day about meeting
at the theater; she’s forgotten we even have tickets and bails.
I have a simple,
low-fat dinner of scallops and vegetables.
I eat around 5:30, soon after finishing a bowl of squash soup for
lunch. It feels like a one-meal day, as
lunch and dinner are separated by so little time. My parents must eat lunch around 11 to be
ready for dinner by four. Either that,
or they skip lunch altogether.
The play is formulaic
and trite, though still entertaining. I’m
home by 9:30, starving.
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