I went to a performance of Waiting for Godot in LA at Mark Taper Forum last night with my girlfriend and my old girlfriend. I must have spent over a grand on their dresses and my clothes, tickets and dinner after the shoe at the Bonaventure. It is easy to do. I am on a very limited income so this is a once a year event, although now we all have some nice clothes, and I am sure there will be other events, I am looking at the Bolshoi and Swan Lake, certainly cultural events are no more expensive than sporting events, and we were way overdressed, I would say we were the best dressed people at the play, although there were some Japanese tourists who topped us in fashionableness at the Bonaventure.
The performance of Godot was more professional than the one I saw in San Francisco years ago. There was a stage with a backdrop of a stormy sky. One tree and a rock made up most of the set. The acting was quite professional, I don’t watch enough plays to say if it was great, but they were convincing, especially Gogo and Lucky.
My girlfriend feigned boredom, and my old girlfriend was bouncing around like a pixie. I had on my Mexican Mafia shoes, and looked like an aging white pimp, or a john who likes young black girls in party dresses, the sort you would see on prom dates. I had planned for us to walk in arm in arm and upset the bourgeois values of the upper middle class types. But the crowd was such a humdrum mix of middle America, we seemed more like we had walked into the wrong movie set. These were not the upper class sophisticates, along the lines of Tom Wolf’s “Mau mauing the Flack Catchers”, or even James Bond level sophisticates. Only a couple of cougars were dressed as I had anticipated. It was an expensive disappointment for me in that regard, but the play was cool. There was no there, there, to mis-quote Gertrude Stein.
The idea being that when I expected to be in a glamorous situation, instead it was banal and our colorful presence was not able to negate the negation of being in a group that was dedicated to simply attending the event. Nobody there was part of the elite, the one percent, and if they were, they blended into the generally poorly dressed crowd. Revolutionary street theatre takes more than dressing up, although I am sure we did make an impression on certain libidos.
Going to the Bonaventure was another story. We were late for the reservation. Not only did they not honor it, but they closed to kitchen early. I complained, the maitre d shrugged his shoulders. We went down to the Lounge. It was not crowded but service was slow. Food was good though, Buffalo wings and Salmon with a shot of patron and a bottle of anchor steam. That is a lot of alcohol for me.
I spent all my money, literally all of it and now I am depending on my girlfriend to come through for me, she made a lot of money at a photo shoot today, and might make more tonight if she doesn’t party it all away with her friends. That is the advantage and disadvantage of having a beautiful girlfriend, guys love to give her money and she loves to spend it. I just watch it like waves on the beach, tide comes in, tide goes out. Glad I have a sense of humor about all this.
Girlfriend thinks I am being critical of her. I tell her I write it as I see it. I try to be honest in my blog. I should be back involved in politics. I dropped by KPFK studios today when I was waiting for her to finish her photo shoot in the Valley. First time I have been there. I spent part of the afternoon wandering around Toluca Lake and Noho looking for a park to hang out in where I could work on my article. I ended up parking in the shade of a tree a block from where she was making her money. I am living the kept man fantasy, but not very well because I keep spending my money on the girls. It will be interesting to see if she comes through for us as a couple or if she blows all her money. I have tried to be a team with women before, most of the time I would use up my money and they in return would fail to come through with their part. I would inevitably have to leave and struggle to get back on my feet on my own. I seem to never learn.
But I have fun more or less. She bought me a calzone; that is something.
I have to say something about girlfriends, my old girlfriend and I have become some kind of buddies, who occasionally have sex. My new girlfriend and I live together and I am trying to get the two of them to like one another so we can be a threesome. My old girlfriend is game, my new one is not so sure. But she doesn’t mind if I see my old girlfriend when she is off doing something with other people. All this activity is affecting my ability to get my school work done. Whatever happens, at least I am not bored. But it is really cutting into my political life. That is a problem. It would be nice if they were interested, but at least they are not opposed to my interest. Neither of them is a right winger, they are just only mildly interested. At least they both voted for Obama, but I think that had more to do with racial solidarity than a real understanding of class struggle. I would have expected black girls with brains to be more interested, but they are dingy all the same, distracted by superficial things, friends, talking on the phone, texting, fashion, etc. But what can I expect they are like me, simply people without upper class family backgrounds. They are materialistic, like most all Americans. But they are not overly so, surely they are not manipulators of the system to take advantage of others, they just want to have fun. My new girlfriend is into this whole thing of financial rape of rich guilty white men. I can get behind that from a class perspective, but I don’t think she is as politically motivated, at least not yet. If she can get into some kind of systematic robin hood mentality, perhaps this can be a real tool in class warfare. Perhaps, it could be a real mess too.