Stupid homophobic law! I was just getting ready to go to the theatre and caught myself wondering if I'd get arrested for carrying a Stonewall totebag. Those in St Pete Legislative Assembly are the real buggers. Curse them etc.
On the bright side.... Wanna see a friend in nothing but a pair of briefs and a wifebeater, go see him in a play! Not sure if I was aroused or traumatized for life, but awww so cute my stem brain went into an instant meltdown. I've known the man for over a decade and none of his clothes ever did justice to what's underneath. Sadly, once out of character in the dressing room, he was just my friend again. Sweet and nice, but not mindblowingly hot or anything. Just his regular Hoochik self. That must have been the meltdown stembrain talking then. And a testimony to some seriously awesome acting abilities on his part. I found it difficult to believe Boyarsky in Private Lives but I bought everything this young allegedly inexperienced cast threw at me line, hook and sinker. Or maybe it'd Durnenkov's writing. I can relate to it so easily, like we're in the same carrass or something.

In line to the coatcheck, there were some young girls talking about the play. And one said, she couldn't put into words what the play was about. I was like, come on, strap on a brain and you'll find something. It could say so much to every single one of us laymen.

Like responsibility. Destiny. Relationships. Where our loyalty really lies. What it takes just to cope with life on a day-to-day basis. Sanity. Pick anything! Durnenkov certainly has a lot to say, unless, of course, you haven't got a care in the world, in which case even Chekhov will be mute to you.

Speaking of allusions. I doubt Durnenkov ever saw Next to Normal, bit the topic of mental health and compulsive sandwich making definitely bridge them together.

Then the paprikas crunching. I mean, you can almost see Checkov's Dasha and her cucumber.

Random thoughts.
- Nothing good can come out of your ex from 12 years before suddenly showing up at your doorstep.
- Loads of good can come out of your ex from 12 years before suddenly showing up at your doorstep.
- It's all your fault.
- None of it is your fault.
- Things suck royally.
- Thins will find a way to work out.
- Everyone is responsible for someone's death.
- No one has any control over anyone's destiny.
- It is not the best idea to barge in on your ex girlfriend and her husband and start insulting her while she's slicing kielbasa with a very real-looking knife.
- It is not the best idea to make a move on your ex girlfriend while her current husband is having a schizofrenic episode.
- No matter how glamorously life sucks, it's nothing a bottle of hard liquor can't take care of.

At some point it all turned very personal for me. Like, what if my ex showed up at my doorstep? I'd probably say, "whatever you're selling I'm not buying". Or how responsible am I for Katya's death? If I had showed up at her birthday party, would it not have become the day of her death? Would she have not felt tempted to climb that windowsill? Would I have been able to alter the timeline just enough to swing her to this side of the pane? It's been very easy for me to convince myself that I can't assume the burden of someone else's destiny but in all fairness, didn't I simply excuse myself from responsibility that I don't feel comfortable facing?

See, normally I get mad at authors for pushing me in that direction. But not with Durnenkov. He does it so gracefully despite the f-words. Plus, the audience got to consume the sandwiches after the show.

Oh there're so many layers in this young playwright's work, I'm too dim to penetrate all of them. And you know what the brilliance of the piece is? You don't have to be a Lomonosov to enjoy it! You're gonna have a great night even if you never so much as heard Chekhov's name! You're gonna get you money's worth. And I don't just mean a hunky dude in his underwear.