Well, dear readers, here I am sitting on an aeroplane on my way home to the City of Studio. Thanks to all your most excellent vibes and xylophones the weather remained lovely, I got to the airport very quickly (thirty-five minutes), went in the special Even More Space fast lane to security, got through security quickly, and then relaxed at the gate and was, of course, the first one on the aeroplane. Best of all, the middle seat next to my aisle seat in row two is empty. I love when the middle seat next to my aisle seat is empty. There’s no one too annoying – well, maybe the man who’s sitting in the middle seat in the row in front of me – he’s not annoying, really, but perhaps just absurd-looking. I’d guess he’s into his seventies, and he’s wearing nylon NBA shorts (I know this because the letters NBA are on them) and I guess what you’d call a similar nylon to with a number on the back and teeny-tiny holes on the front and back of the shirt. Of course the shirt is sleeveless and affords everyone a lovely view of his large man boobs and his disgusting underarm hair – one wonders if these people actually look in the mirror or worse just think they look good in such an outfit. A young, fit person wouldn’t look good in such an outfit and it REALLY doesn’t look good on this yokel. Add to that his huge gold necklace with a large gold cross and a teeny-tiny silver earring and I think you get the picture.
Prior to leaving the city, I’d gotten a slightly better night’s sleep, although I did wake up about five times during the evening. On my last few trips I’ve been watching to Food Channel or some Food thing, and these shows are just as bad as any reality show anywhere. The fake drama, the dramatic music to accompany the fake drama, the judges and their “looks” – it’s just laughable if you’ve ever worked behind the scenes on any of these shows, which I have. I do like the show where the weird oaf with spiky blonde hair goes to different restaurants and tries their foods – I’d love to go to some of those places because the food looks GREAT. It’s mostly diners and jernts, which is my kind of thing.
I now have my Diet Coke and my two bags of nutmeats, so I’m happy. The yokel with the NBA shorts has now put on an NFL hat. And he cannot sit still in his seat – he just bangs back and forth, making the entire row of seats jerk crazily. If he continues to do this I may have to give him the famous Das Knaben Wunderhorn treatment. The young boy (late teens, my guess) sitting in my row in the window seat has his hoodie up, is sleeping, with his mouth open as wide as can be. I’m tempted to toss a peanut in there and see what happen. Well, I guess I shall continue these here notes when I’m back in the home environment.
Well, I am back in the City of Studio and exhausted. The flight seemed endless – it’s always longer on the way home but this time it was excruciating. I had two tiny naps, and mostly played my little solitaire games. We actually got in ten minutes early. After I got home, I unpacked, then went to the mail place and picked up a couple of packages. I didn’t feel like sitting in a restaurant, so I got a foot-long spicy Eyetalian sandwich from Subway. I then came home and ate it all up. Then I began catching up on e-mails and telephonic calls – as you might imagine, there was quite a pile o’ things to deal with. One real tricky thing is having our anniversary show sold out so far in advance. Suddenly everyone wants to come now – people who have NEVER come to one of our shows before – could it be the fact that it’s a free cover charge? I know not. But we’re really having to juggle things so that the room doesn’t get uncomfortable. I heard from Richard Sherman and he and his ever-lovin’ Elizabeth want to come – luckily I had two extra seats at my table so we’ll put them there. There was one performer who didn’t get their reservation in and since it’s one of our guests I told them we had to accommodate the reservation for four no matter what. We’ll see how it all plays out. I then wrote the new blurb for our second edition of Follies, which will announce this evening at midnight.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m going to get these here notes posted early so I can get a really good night’s beauty sleep.
Today, I shall hopefully arise after a good night’s beauty sleep. The helper will come by and pick up some invoices and then I must go to the Wood of West to have a lunch meeting. After that, I’ll come back to the Valley, hopefully pick up some packages, and then write some liner notes and begin the contextual commentary for the anniversary show.
Tomorrow, the day will be spent writing the liner notes and commentary, hopefully printing out orders for the second edition of Follies, and then we do our first session for the East Coast Singer’s final vocals. Saturday we reconvene to finish up the final vocals, and then I’ll sup with the East Coast Singer and then, if I have any oomph left, I’ll drop by the Nuart to see the pre-show for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, said pre-show involving something from The First Nudie Musical. Sunday, I have to see some play. Next week is very busy, with a new soundtrack to announce, and meetings and meals, but I will absolutely take one day next week as a day off – I really need to do that.
Let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora and the Shipoopi because today is the birthday of our beloved dear reader TCB. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our beloved dear reader TCB. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR BELOVED DEAR READER TCB!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a lunch meeting, hopefully pick up packages, write, and announce the second edition of Follies. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could take our patented haineshisway.com Time Machine back to your childhood and you could go see one movie in any movie theater from your home town, which film would it be and which theater – an experience you’d love to relive to see if it was as good as you remember? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as I hit the road to dreamland, happy to be back in my own bed.