• Friday night plan: catch 10 Townsend to Potrero Hill.
  
• Next Muni lied! I am not waiting 45 minutes for the bus.
• Jumping on a Muni train to Church Street to catch the 22 Fillmore bus.
• Early.
• As usual.
• Goat Hill Pizza: two slices to go, please.
• Sitting on the steps next to the theatre eating my pizza.
• Met Patricia Milton in person (have known her via Twitter for a while).
• Aaron Loeb: Is that your mini cooper with the license plate: "playwright"?
• ???
• It was Patricia's.
• Lots of familiar faces.
  
• Warm. It's warm.
• I have a fan (prepared--last year it was very hot in Thick House without any AC).
• First play of the festival: Grounded by George Brant.
• A one-character play that isn't a one person play--successfully puts us both in character's head and puts action in the present.
• At end I'm left thinking about how warfare has evolved (play is about a fighter pilot who flies drones by remote) so has the types of trauma suffered by those engaged in battle.
• I catch a ride to the bus stop and enjoy the cool night air coming in through the windows.
• Saturday.
• Why is the 1 California not running at regular intervals. Oh well. 38 Geary here I come.
• I almost miss my stop at Fillmore because I'm listening to the conversation between a mother and her daughter. They're dressed for the beach.
• 22 Fillmore detour.
• Early.
  
• Of course.
• 12 noon play is Ideation by Aaron Loeb.
• I sit by Aaron's wife Kathy who benefits from my constant fanning.
• Fellow playwrights Garrett Groenveld and Brian Thorstenson sit behind us--miss seeing them regularly (we were in residency at the Playwrights Foundation together).
• Aaron has a gift for dialogue that's both complicated yet accessible and rife with humor, even when the topic is disturbing. Yes that's a gift!
• Many moments when I get a chill of recognition/understanding--Danger, Will Robinson!
• Afterward I have 5 hours until the next play.
• 5 hours!
• Luckily my best friend Carrie just finished a dance class nearby. We meet on Valencia Street.
• We eat at Limon. I've heard great things about it. In the end, while good, I'm a Destinos' gal (Destinos is another Peruvian restaurant).
• Then we meander around Valencia.
  
• Eat homemade popsicles.
• A round of drinks at Blondie's.
• She departs.
• I still have 2 hours.
• I walk to 24th and Mission. Don't know why when my feet already hurt.
• I buy a burrito at my favorite taqueria (El Farolito) and BART back to 16th street to catch the 22 bus.
• I sit outside of the theatre eating my burrito.
  
• It's delicious.
• It's warmer tonight = fan in use entire time.
• 8pm play reading is Samsara by Lauren Yee. 
• It's funny, quirky, imaginative, tender and unexpected.
• "I love you, Microwave."
• I catch a ride back to Valencia and hail a cab.
• Sunday.
• Sunday I time my bus rides better and get to Peet's on Fillmore and Sacramento to grab an iced coffee and citrus bread.
• I try to do something I do at the Peet's near work: ask for a small in a medium sized cup (so there's extra room for milk).
  
• This Peet's is unfamiliar with this type of request.
  
• They give me a small filled to the brim.
  
• I ask for a larger cup thinking they'll give me a medium.
  
• They give me a large. Tons of room.
  
• I pour in too much milk.
• Oh well.
• I catch the 22 and make my way to Thick House.
  
• 12 noon play reading is The Hundred Flowers Project by Christopher Chen.
• I've heard scenes from an early draft when my residency at the Playwrights Foundation's overlapped with Chris'.
• It's changed (the play).
• It's a sort of cerebral exercise of form = content.
  
• Chris is one smart guy.
• I walk out into the sun, past the people playing baseball in the park.
• I catch a cab and head for my futon.
• Exhausted.

-M