Sundays are depressing. No matter how much activity you squeeze into a weekend, it will always end.

It’s been a good weekend so far, though. On Friday night I went to a birthday party for my friend Bert, whose play Dog Sees God is reopening in an Off-Broadway production soon. I got to see his and his boyfriend’s swanky Williamsburg apartment, and at one point, all the party guests played this game called “Celebrity,” which I’ll have to explain sometime. (It’s basically a combination of “The $25,000 Pyramid” and charades.)

Yesterday, the eight days of rain finally ended in our fair city and I saw something completely alien: a blue sky. I didn’t know it came in blue! It was a beautiful sight, and Matt and I celebrated by seeing a movie indoors. Matt was interested in seeing this new film, Where the Truth Lies, based on a novel by theater composer Rupert Holmes. It was so-so, but entertaining enough.

After the movies – which we saw at the Clearview Chelsea on 23rd Street between 7th and 8th – we walked over to 6th Avenue (crossing paths with Mario Cantone) and took a leisurely stroll back home. The weather was crisp and rainless and the streets were crowded with New Yorkers enjoying the freedom of being outdoors without umbrellas. We stopped into Best Buy and Old Navy (how Manhattan of us). At Old Navy I bought a new jacket, black and lightweight, which is just the type of jacket I’d been meaning to buy for the last couple of years. It’s already my favorite jacket. We also ran into Russ and a friend of his, who had just seen a show.

We didn’t do much last night, and we haven’t done much today, but in the evening we’re going to see See What I Want to See, a new-ish musical by Michael John La Chiusa and starring Marc Kudisch and Idina Menzel. And since it’s at the Public Theater, we can walk there! I love living here.

I’ve learned that a great way to stave off the Sunday blues is to schedule something fun for Sunday night.

So anyway, even if I feel like Matt and I have spent a lot of time sitting around this weekend, I guess we’ve done a good deal of fun stuff, too. The weekend comes and goes in a flash, but it least it’s there in the first place.

On Thursday night, I did something I hadn’t done in almost three years: I left a show at intermission. Matt and I went to see an Off-Broadway musical that Matt had heard good things about. For the sake of politeness, I’m not going to name it here, but 25 percent of the cast of this show was made up of 40 percent of the cast of a really great Off-Broadway musical we saw several months ago.

The cast itself was great – the show was well-sung and well-performed by appealing actors. But the plot was implausible and clichéd, and most of the songs were bland pop-rock (though a couple of them had entertaining lyrics). And not to be such a homocentrist, but the plot was completely hetero – it was basically about straight young people hooking up in New York – and it didn’t interest me in the slightest, though that’s probably due more to the aforementioned implausible and clichéd plot. I can enjoy a good heterosexual romance as much as anyone, but when a show is what I expect “I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change” to be like (“It’s ‘Seinfeld’ Set to Music!”, the ads blare), I can skip it. (I’ve never seen that show, but I have some (possibly unfair) negative preconceived notions of it, based solely on that advertising line. “Seinfeld” was a great show, but any musical that compares itself to “Seinfeld” is trying too hard.)

Anyway, I knew about three minutes into the show that I wasn’t going to like it, and I resolved to leave after Act One. The tickets were only $21 each, so it wasn’t much of a loss. Matt decided to stick it out for Act Two, but I went home, after stopping off at Gristede’s for some Ben & Jerry’s (at Matt’s request, though I’ve eaten my fair share of the pint so far). When Matt came home, he said I’d made the right decision.

Incidentally, the last show I left at intermission was Vincent in Brixton. (The ticket was free.) Yawners.

I considered walking out of Drowning Crow last year, but I found it so outrageously bad that I just had to see it through. Unlike the other two shows mentioned above, it was at least entertaining.

The moral is, if you’re going to make a bad show, you may as well go all out.

And another thing – what’s with the lines outside the Broadway theaters lately? It never used to be like this. I think it’s the tourists. When I was on my way to The Pillowman the other day I was stuck in a pedestrian jam on Eighth Avenue caused by a line of people waiting to get into Avenue Q that had stretched around the corner from 45th. It was ridiculous. Form a mob outside the theater like you’re supposed to, people!

When I got to my theater there was a long line for my show as well. I ignored the line and walked to the box office window to get my ticket. My ticket was scanned shortly thereafter and I went to my seat, all without having to wait on line.

Sheep.