Romanian

Paid $32 to see 'Mady-Baby', a pretty good Romanian play about prostitution and Romanian immigrants in Ireland, as part of the Festival Trans-Amerique. Sordid, especially the revelation near the end, but it was in Romanian, which is a beautiful language, with surtitles in English and French. Problem was, the surtitles were often misspelled, or out of sync with the dialogue, and often in British or Parisian slang. So I spent a bit too much mental effort trying to decipher them, detracting from my ability to enjoy the action onstage.

Then headed over the Oasis, a bathhouse I hadn't visited in nearly a year. Not much action there, spent more time observing others than participating.

Today, my loathed coworker was sick, so it was just Albert and me, so of course I was in a great mood, talking nearly non-stop, and finished work at 3 am. So while maybe having friends as coworkers is not always a gute Ahnung, enemies are not that fun, either, so one needs to strike a happy medium.