Yes, friends, I'm in "glorious" Cowtown. Actually, I'm currently staying in the 'burbs - the theater I'm working at is currently doing another play, and that play doesn't end for a couple more weeks, and they've got those actors downtown near the theater, so they've stuck me out in the wilderness.
Let me rephrase that.
I'm staying in the guest house of what could be referred to as a mansion. And this guest house is bigger than one-bedroom apartments I've lived in. Fireplace, dishwasher, trash compactor, gas stove, stainless steel and stone everywhere. Un-believe-able. And I can stay here for the whole run, if I so desire. (We'll see how I like the commute.)
So far, so good. And I gotta say...I really like the West Coast. There's something about it that makes me relax, feel at ease. (Does any of that have to do with the fact that it's 60 degrees here in February? Perhaps.) Don't misconstrue what I'm sayin' - still haven't decided NY or LA yet - my latest brainstorm is just to be bicoastal - but Mom & Dad seem pretty resigned to making cross-country trips. Maybe they know something I don't.
First rehearsal in two hours. I'll tell you about my Safeway adventure later...