Last night I went to a fundraising event for the Tennessee Williams Festival, which took place first at Gallier House, and then at the Beauregard-Keyes House. It was a lovely evening--there was a staged reading of Something Unspoken, a one-act by Williams, which was quite good--and then I came home, walking through the lower Quarter to where my car was parked. As I walked, I thought to myself, what a New Orleans evening this was, and also reflected on how lucky and blessed I am to get to live in this wondrous city.
Tomorrow is my birthday, so I decided to take today off so I could have a three day weekend. Today was a good mail day as well; lots of lovely books, including the new Rebecca Chance, Killer Diamonds, and later this evening we are having dinner at Charcoal with Jean and Gillian. Tomorrow I intend to sleep in as much as I can--I do have to do some writing tomorrow, but that's okay; I will consider Sunday as my official do-nothing-for-my-birthday day. (The joys of a three day weekend, you know.) Paul and I are going to have shrimp po'boys tomorrow as well, and I am probably going to make shrimp and grits for dinner.
I'm not terribly sentimental about birthdays, frankly. After I got home last night, rather than doing anything, I got out the iPad and decided to read some of my comic books. Yes, the DC Universe Rebirth reboot has gotten me back into reading comics, and sadly, the iPad app Comixology makes it so ridiculously easy to buy them. I may have bought too many. But I read the Superboy series from the last reboot; which has a rather interesting premise. Crisis on Infinite Earths removed Superboy from the DC universe; and after that initial reboot, they brought Superboy back after Superman died in the early 1990's. I don't remember how it was done, but I thought it was clever; apparently in this particular reboot the new Superboy, like that one, exists in the present day and is completely separate from Superman (the original Superboy was young Superman, in the past), and even more interesting, he is a clone--created from the combined DNA of Superman and Lex Luthor (kind of interested in that backstory, to be honest), whose name is Connor Kent, and he lives in Smallville with Ma Kent.
The art is pretty good, but the funny thing about Connor Kent/Superboy is that his secret identity is protected by him simply putting on a pair of glasses. As Superboy, he just takes off his shirt and wears his jeans and an "S" T-shirt.
I mean, how dumb are those people in Smallville?
Overall, though, it's an interesting take, and I wonder if the character of Connor Kent will survive the DC Universe reboot.
And now back to the spice mines.