But, at that part of the performance where the show gets to take on a life of its own, the take off didn't quite seem to. This is subtle: everything appears to be fine, even very fine. But somewhere in the centre of things there is something not quite firing. When things should suddenly switch level, or phase transit, they simply keep going on the same level.
Back to the hotel for an e-frenzy directed towards the large & irrevocable decisions on the future which await to be taken.
22.10
Hotel Acceptable, Hartford.
Terrible! When the group climbed in the van to set off this morning, Trey told us that a friend of his had seen us being viddied from the balcony at the TLA last night. Why hadn't they said something, or alerted security? My heart sank. I feel so violated.
Hartford centre on a Saturday afternoon is pretty well dead.
We held an official Crim meeting at 17.00 in Adrian's room to discuss our future. Then to various eating activities, and I joined Adrian for coffee & cheesecake at the end of his meal.
"Rightness is its own necessity."
