There is a Japanese Society Uptown (I’m Downtown) that was having a play and a woman I know who has cancer bought two tickets for her and me to this play and I thought it would be fun. We got dinner too. Said I was late because I slipped on ice but I was actually just late and it was snowing so it was a good excuse. I said I went to CVS and bought new tights, they were ripped. They weren’t. I don’t remember the restaurant but it was Uptown too, and the meatballs were the size of marbles and tasted old. I wouldn’t recommend it, whatever it’s called. The theater was nice and the seats were good. It was one play repeated three times and the characters switched roles each time. Two probably would have been enough, only so you could understand the role that was spoken in Japanese. I get it. But it was getting long and I was ready to sleep or leave before the third iteration. We got our coats afterwards and walked together to the train. I didn’t know her apartment was near mine. The train was completely empty. Probably because everyone with a 25 mile radius had drunkenly joined together at this Santa festival thing that happens every year. It’s a quick ride on the train and walking would have taken an hour. I’d go to another play like that.