Snow here, in these parts.
…Came out from rehearsal last night, with great blobs of it sailing down through the sky, sticking everywhere, and making the drive home feel like light-speed-warping in space. It was kinda awesome. But maybe only cuz I was driving outta the snow instead of further into it, like Marty. We eventually got our own lightly dusted version here too…but for the most part it was the ice rink of doom that faced our neighborhood this morning.
Living not far from Hospital Row, I was brought awake earlier than usual this morning with siren, after siren, after siren as accidents started piling up on the detour hills, leading to the freeway. Car motors warming up and left idle under my window for upwards of fifteen minutes per driver…the scrape of ice being chipped off a host of windshields…winter is here.
This is the point where I check in with the Brothel peeps, gauge the schedule, hook up my remote office feed, and make sure everyone is where they need to be, before starting my own slow trek in.
…Which was circumvented when Boss shoo’d me away, claiming that live-feed was more than enough for the day, and to stay off the streets til they thawed some, maybe checking in at some point later in the day.
We can do this, you see, on account of the fact that I answered all of five phone calls, in total yesterday, and three of them were Boss. We sold nothing. All weekend. And snow certainly isn’t going to help us sell any more than that.
…So I’m home now, back in my Pirate PJ pants, sipping coffee, my tree lights and heater blaring, my fish fed, and am considering walking to our little greasy spoon on the corner, for some hot breakfast involving plates that I don’t have to wash afterward.
It seems like a good plan.
…Then tonight: Act II run-and-work. Things start getting stickier for our secretive little schoolmarms as a lie begins it’s nasty quest to seek and destroy.
…Incidentally, did you know the last mounting of this show with Kiera Knightly (ick), Elizbeth Moss, Carol Kane and Ellen Burstyn was done at the Comedy Theatre in West End?
Irony, you escape me not.
~D
