Tribes I Know and Love
What? It’s Monday already? I’m supposed to be working on SECOND THOUGHTS? Huh. Where did my weekend go?!?
On Saturday, we went to see TRIBES at Studio Theater. The play is about a deaf man born into a hearing family, and it explores the time in his life when he’s first exposed to Deaf culture. The story is about the meaning of communication and inclusion and exclusion and family and love. It wasn’t a perfect play — there were several bits that felt just a bit off — but overall the show worked to make me hyper-aware of communication with the people around me.
The production we saw was one of eight where sign language interpreters were available for deaf patrons. There were a couple dozen signing patrons in the lobby, all standing in circles talking before the show began. That immediately framed the issues for the play, as other patrons — hearing and deaf — tried to navigate the crowded lobby, blocking conversations, etc. During the actual play, there were a lot of the usual disturbances — texts coming in audibly on cell phones, cell phones ringing, people talking, etc. Parts of the play were subtitled, and at least one audience member wasn’t able to read the subtitles, so a companion read them in an audible-to-the-rest-of-us voice. I get *very* cranky when my plays and movies are interrupted by such intrusions, but in this play, all of them felt like comments on the plot and themes. Intriguing.
After the play, we went to dinner. Or, rather, we *tried* to go to dinner, at Le Diplomate, the uber-trendy French bistro down the street. When we got there, the perky hostess told us they had space on their “fully-heated enclosed patio” which was neither fully-heated nor completely enclosed. Plus, it had a weird plastic-y bench that I shared with exuberant people on either side, who made me feel like I was riding the teacup ride at the local fair. And our neighbors to either side (crammed in, at the little bistro tables) were unbelievably LOUD. We waited for 15 minutes, and no waiter came by to offer water or to take our order. Given the relatively over-priced menu and the distinctly negative vibe, we decided to leave (occasioning snarky comments from one of our dear neighbors.)
We crossed the street and went to Ghibellina, an Italian restaurant. There, we experienced the absolute opposite version of trendy restaurant. The hostess greeted us politely, told us we’d need to wait 10 minutes for dinner seating, and offered us a seat at the bar (which we declined). In 10 minutes, she escorted us to a lovely table in the back, in a quiet corner, where there were hooks for our winter coats. Our waitress appeared immediately, explained the menu, brought water, and returned promptly for our order. The food was superb (especially the gnocchi we shared as an appetizer), the staff was efficient, we weren’t rushed to eat or leave (even when, once we left, we discovered something of a *mob* scene in the bar.
Guess which restaurant we’ll be returning to?
On the Super Bowl front, I made chili (turned out so-so; despite the fact that I’ve made this recipe dozens of times, this time some of the beans remained … crunchy after six hours of cooking!) and sticky wings (turned out so-so; they could have used more sauce while baking). We had cinnamon bun ice cream for dessert, though, so all was well.
And I spent a good part of the weekend preparing promotional opportunities for PERFECT PITCH. Less than two months now!
And now, I’m ready to take a nap before beginning my new week of work
How about you? Did you watch the Super Bowl? What was your favorite commercial?