Got up at 11:15.
It was warm today and we drove down to Sunnyside Park for the first time in months. But we just had a short walk.
Another headache.
John came over for dinner (vegetarian lasagna).
Saw Frida at the Royal. For all of Julie Taymor's visual gimmicks, it was pretty conventional. Did Frida Kahlo really have affairs with Trotsky and Josephine Baker? (I imagine I would have heard that somewhere before now.) It took over four screenwriters to come up with lines like "She's lost a lot of blood!" and "Diego, you need help." At least Alfred Molina was a brilliant Diego Rivera.
Too bad Allen Barra is leaving Salon. [He's the only sportwriter I've ever read regularly!]
Met my drama course classmate Tijuana on the streetcar. She's taking the intermediate class too.
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