Good morning, all! DR Cason, get to bed!
I had weird dreams all night long:
1. I was working at Barnes & Noble
2. I was working at the library
3. I was escorting various performers during these jobs to a cabaret festival on board some ship in the Hudson and this kept making me late to work
4. There were problems in the deli over my order
5. Liza Minnelli kept calling me and asking questions about how my day was going. At one point, I believe I asked, who is this really?
So, Liza kept pestering me and I woke up thinking, what the hell did I do to deserve this?
I just checked my bank account, and my payment arrived safely, so I have no financial problems returning to NYC. Yay!
DR Jose, have you heard the Hugh Dancey gossip from his last movie set? I'm jealous that you saw JOURNEY'S END.
Today, I have several errands to run, including photocopying Kevin spirtas' charts and mailing them to him. I need to purchase a luggage strap since the one for my suit bag seems to have disappeared between LaGuardia and here.
TOD: my biggest conniption fits have occurred during recordings for our dear friend BK. Several still have me embarassed, but a few don't. I also threw a real hissy (what if it doesn't fit?) on BABES IN TOYLAND in Houston, a little oasis of power in a desert of nothing. There were too many cooks, and everyone would have killed you for your job since they wanted it and told the world how poorly you were doing it. Houston Grand Opera was one of the worst places to work. Ever.