Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because it is late and I must be up early to do a ten o’clock workshop. However, it will be easy to write these here notes in a hurry since yesterday was kind of a nothing day – nothing much happened. It was a Friday, which is about all I can say.
However, I got almost eight hours of sleep, got the news that the books will ship on Monday, which is the positive way of saying the books won’t ship until Monday. I did some work on the computer and answered some e-mails, then went to the mail place and picked up no packages and an envelope. I went to the bank – it was jammed, and I’m here to tell you this branch is never jammed. It was a zoo and the complaining from those on line was quite vociferous. I could not hide my displeasure and turned a few heads because while I think I’m talking under my breath, I’m quite loud. So, I walked over to the ATM and made a deposit there.
Then I headed towards home, intending to stop somewhere to get something to bring home to eat. But the traffic was a joke – this was at one-thirty in the afternoon. It took about twenty minutes for a five-minute drive down Ventura Blvd. and I was so irritated that I just went home. I only had one option for food at home, Wacky Noodles, and that’s what I made. About five ounces of pasta, so not too much. I listened to music and relaxed, but it was just kind of a dullsville day, frankly. I don’t actually know where the time went but it went somewhere, because I then had to rush and get ready to attend an opening night.
Last night, I attended an opening night. I didn’t care for the play, although I think with a bit of tweaking it could be more fun than it is. After the play, they had a little gathering backstage and I hung out there for a bit, talking to folks I know. Also, someone had promised me some time ago to make a DVD for me of some commercials I’ve done – I don’t know where they came from or even what’s on the DVD – I’ll watch before going to bed tonight. Then I went home. The drive home was the drive from hell. There was no intersection from the theater back to my area where I didn’t hit a red light. Every single time, every single signaled intersection, a long and endless red light. I wanted to kill whoever figures that out and sits there cackling, which I have no doubt they do. My intention was to stop at Gelson’s, just for a little something or other, but the signals made that impossible for the Studio City Gelson’s, so I just kept driving – again, it took almost twenty-five minutes for what should be a ten-minute drive. I went to the Sherman Oaks Gelson’s, arriving five minutes before closing and just grabbed the first thing I saw that was edible – some rice pudding. I came home and ate some, and that was that.
Today, I’ll be up early, get ready, and then mosey on over to the Group Rep for the second of our three workshops. The point of these is that in June we’re doing a fundraiser cabaret, which I’m directing and putting together. After the three-hour workshop, I’m quite sure that some of us will get something to eat – I will certainly be doing so. After that, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then I’ll come home and relax, listen to music, and watch something.
Tomorrow I can sleep in, then I do a phone interview at two, which I’m sure will take thirty minutes. Otherwise I just relax. Monday is our first Kritzerland rehearsal, but it starts quite late in the day, around five. The rest of the week is meetings and meals, our second Kritzerland rehearsal, our stumble-through, and then our sound check and show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up early, do a three-hour workshop, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What were your favorite classic commercials from days of old (if we’ve done this one recently, choose another)? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping not to have another dullsville day.