Well, dear readers, I’m writing part one of these here notes whilst high in the sky flying home to Los Angeles, California, USA. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? Wouldn’t it be nice if we could get on the Internet up here? But, alas, the airlines aren’t quite there yet. Why, if I could get on the Internet I could be posting at haineshisway.com right now. In any case, here I am, sitting in seat 3E next to a dear reader Jose clone. I’ve already breakfasted on a toy omelet, toy potatoes, toy fruit, and a toy cinnamon roll. I’ve had one Diet Coke, and I’ve written two pages of play. I am calm and collected and, as if that weren’t enough, I am also collected and calm, which is more than I can say about my morning. My morning began with me arising at five-thirty after only having slept about three hours. I got right up, packed my sleeping attire, the computer, and the few items I wasn’t finished with, like toothbrush and hair brush, and that was that. I went downstairs to meet my car at six. Only my car was in absentia. I recounted the details of this horrorshow in a long post, but to make a long story long, some idiot operator had mistakenly canceled my car (even after I’d confirmed everything one final time before I went to bed). There were many apologies, and I guess I’ll get a free ride at some point, but they never did get a car to me and at six-fifteen I simply hailed a cab. My cab driver was a very nice but very ignorant fellow who got very confused on the way to Newark and I just don’t react well to very confused cab drivers. He had to pull off the highway twice to figure out where he was, while the clock ticked away. Thank goodness he asked a nice truck driver who was on his way to the airport, and we just followed him. It was a bit harrowing for me as I’m a nervous traveler and I need everything to be just so. The security lines were horrible, but I got through just fine and I went into the President’s Club and calmed down. And now I am high in the sky, calm and collected and writing these here notes. For some reason, it doesn’t feel like a Sunday. It feels mid-weeky to me, and yet it is Sunday. I have only one or two things to do when I get home, and then I shall just sit on my couch like so much fish, turn on a DVD and I do hope I will doze off for a nap. And thus ends our airline portion of these here notes. When the next paragraph begins, I shall be home and Ye Olde Computer will be back where it belongs, like Dolly Gallagher Levi.
Well, here I am, back where I belong, like Dolly Gallagher Levi. The flight, while endless, was pleasant, and I was so happy to enter the home environment, which, of course, was sparklingly sparkling since she of the Evil Eye had been here the day before. I was totally exhausted from only having three hours of sleep, but I did a couple of errands, saw Vinnie, did a couple of more errands and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
I have an idea – why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m even more exhausted than I was earlier and I have an incredibly full day and night tomorrow and must look and feel my best. Yes, tomorrow is The Big Monday and I must be ready for it.
Last night, I did manage to watch a motion picture on DVD entitled The Monolith Monsters. I put it on thinking it would be so terrible that I could just doze off. I ended up enjoying it quite a bit, although I did doze off two or three times and had to go back and watch those bits again later. I also watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Black Rain, a film of Ridley Scott, starring Michael Douglas. Listening to all of them on the included “documentaries” you’d think this film was some sort of classic instead of the utter and worthless piece of junk it is. I thought that when it came out, but I thought, well, maybe it’ll be better given what they make today. The problem with Black Rain is that it was the precursor of what they make today – the by the numbers writing, the scenes that make no sense, the fish out of water, the cop who redeems himself, the Blade Runner/Alien look, the thumping music, the film divided into three completely clichéd and predictable three acts, blah, blah, blah. So, no, it hasn’t aged well.
This morning I have a meeting for the kids show I’ll be directing in late December (and we’re having our first casting sessions on Wednesday and Thursday), then I have several things I must get done, and then we have our first Brain rehearsal, after which I must immediately go to our CD release party for Simply Sondheim. Again, if you’re in the Los Angeles area and would like to attend, just drop me an e-mail asap at bruce@haineshisway.com. So, I’ll be gone most of the day and evening, but I’ll have a full report and photographs upon my returning.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, meet, drive about in my motor car, rehearse, and partay. Today’s topic of discussion: What have been your best and worst travel experiences – from the actual travel part (airplane, boat, train – whatever), to getting to and from various places. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we?