This is it: your last chance to wear white pants until Memorial Day 2013. If you’ve been meaning to bust out that seersucker, you best get on it: tomorrow will be too late.

In Boulder the leaves are already turning. It has been a hot, dry summer and even the trees seem to be over it. “Bring on the fall times,” they whisper. Meanwhile, we’re all still sweating.

Last night, my friend Janet and I went on a date to the movies and then, of course, to the Corner Bar. The movie was okay – nothing spectacular – but it was nice to just sit and mindlessly watch something. There was an element of the movie that I always find compelling: the moment in which a memory is erased, a concept both sad and thrilling. Imagine, being able to erase memories in order to save yourself. How fantastic. How heartbreaking.

What do you want to remember, and what do you want to forget? Perhaps they are one and the same.

Downtown was emptier than I expected for a holiday weekend, but as the POTUS was in town yesterday, I’m guessing everyone was exhausted. We sat outside and communed about everything and nothing. Love, addiction, the weather. Fear. Indecision. Patience. Los Angeles.

Normally I would not be out so late on a Sunday evening, as on Mondays, I am responsible for the education of 108 people. But as today is a holiday, I am only responsible for the education of one person: myself. What will I learn today, I wonder. The possibilities are endless. Maybe I will teach myself a new song. Maybe I will do some research for the play I’m directing and learn something about one or more of the men charged with running our country over the course of history. Maybe I will learn how to be a more compassionate, generous human being. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m going to a party!