Saturday with Shannon

Shannon got in last night for a weekend of sisterly catch-up, thrift-store shopping, and theatre. The sisterly catch-up is pretty self-explanatory. We’d just spent a weekend together about a month ago and thanks to lots of slacker-ish gmail chatting from work, we’re pretty well up on the day-to-day. But still, there is something about hanging out in person that is so much more satisfying. Shannon was able to avoid the horrors of public transportation when the stars aligned and her coworker happened to be heading to the city anyway and offered her door-to-door service, which also meant that I didn’t have to traipse to Port Authority Friday night to meet her. Instead, she got dropped off at my apartment and we sat up chatting for a few hours.

Today was all about brunch at Toast (I’m calling it research for an upcoming Brunch-a-Month location) and hitting the thrift stores. Shannon is going to start busking as a living statue in the coming months (look for her around Quincy Market!) and needed a costume. We actually got lucky, finding a few contenders at the Good Will on 79th Street and an accompanying piece at the Salvation Army in Chelsea. Our good luck meant that we even had time to hit Ricky’s to try on wigs for her costume—and for fun. See the results this week and next on Self Portrait Thursday.

And tonight we’re off to see The Seagull at the Classic Stage Company. I refused to camp out in Central Park when all of Hollywood starred in the Shakespeare in the Park version a few years ago, so this is my first time seeing it produced. This production stars Dianne Wiest and Alan Cumming and has a fabulously intimate feel; the CSC is a very small theatre, making even the worst seats better than 90% of the seats in Broadway houses. I’m excited to see how it is. And Shannon’s excited to be that close to Alan Cumming.