bagel bloggin'

Blogging from a bagel shop in my hometown. My dad is getting some dental work done (which apparently is going to take a couple of hours), so I'm just hanging out, killing time. I should be learning lines for my next project, but I think I'm going to have plenty of time for that.

Besides, I haven't blogged in a week!

I'm actually thinking heavily about committing to a month straight of blogging. See, there are thirty days in September, and I'll be turning thirty in September (gasp!), so it kind of makes sense. As long as I can get some blogging time t'm'row, we may give this thing a go.

Headed back home to NY t'm'row - finally! It's just for a couple of weeks, but I'm very excited. There's lots to tell, but I think I'll save some of it for later.

Good Labor Day weekend to all.

airport delay

Shockingly, there's fog in San Francisco, so my flight to SFO has been delayed an hour. And, since I inexplicably got to the airport 2 hours before I was supposed to leave, I've had a nice wait. I've been here for 2 hours, and I've got at least another 20 minutes. Ick.

My vacation has been...um...eventful. I'm really ready to go home and get a REAL vacation. Of course, I've got to learn a bunch of lines for my next show (which starts in less than 3 weeks), but for the most part I'll be able to sit around and do nothing.

And hopefully I can blog a bit more, too. I spent way too much time with Snapple when I was in Rockport, and I don't feel really comfortable about blogging around people I write about. I'm sure that, once I'm living in a hotel again, I'll be back on here regularly.

See you on the other side.

i need a vacation from my vacation

I'm leaving Sleepy Hamlet today, and it's happening right on time. I woke up this morning and my brain felt like mushy scrambled eggs. That was probably brought on by the fact that (a) I had WAY too many drinks last night, and (b) I only got 5 1/2 hours sleep.

I definitely need to quit drinking for a while.

So, of course, I next head to LA, where perhaps my greatest drinking buddy lives. This should be interesting.

Hamlet, not sleepy

Back in my old stomping grounds, where this blog began. I love coming back to visit Sleepy Hamlet. I'm here for five days, and it's just not enough time to see anybody. I'm staying with Grace, a girl I used to date, and I've barely seen her at all. I'm trying as much as possible to have coffee and such with people, but it's tough. And then you throw in seeing shows...damn.

Just a note to say I'm alive. I'm going to my parents' house next week, so you'll get more posts from me, including the update on the Snapple situation...

marriage is sacred, right?

If you've ever been around people in the entertainment industry, you know that the idea of "fidelity" is kind of fluid.

It really shouldn't be surprising. You develop these emotional attachments as characters, which sometimes spill over into real life. (I can't tell you how many crushes I've had on women who have played opposite me.) And, you know, you're on the road, far away from home, and you're kind of lonely, and you spend all of this time with the same eight people, and you all go to the bar together after work. And one of them is kind of cute, and you talk about some racy topics, and then everyone else is gone except for the two of you, and before you know it, you're making out in the hallway of your hotel.

I've been on the road for a couple of years now, and the one thing I've learned is that when people are involved in a show or movie, romantic connections tend to happen. And they tend to happen regardless of whether or not a person is attached. Or engaged. Or married.

(I've actually been fairly good in this regard - only twice have I ever done anything which could be regarded as questionable. And one of those was with a girl who swore to me that she was breaking up with her boyfriend...which she then didn't do. So I think I get a pass on that one.)

One of our favorite activities here in Rockport is to guess which actors are sleeping together. There's a crew of about six or seven actors who tend to frolic with each other - late night naked swimming, joint showers - all sorts of stuff. And Snapple and I and Snapple's roommate, who is a friend of mine from years past here (let's call her Wonder Woman), tend to get together, and laugh about it, and say tsk, tsk, how ridiculous.

So you think we'd be in the clear, right?

After yet another state-of-the-relationship chat with Snapple this morning, she went home and I showered. When I checked my phone I saw that she had called. I figured that she was going to apologize, or ask some type of questions, so I called her back. But instead of sounding upset or concerned, she was very excited.

SNAPPLE: Guess what?

ME: What?

SNAPPLE: I found an open box of condoms in the living room!

ME: WHAT?

SNAPPLE: Yeah! And I found the receipt for it, too! It was dated August 4th!

This means that what Snapple and I suspected, but couldn't bring ourselves to believe, was true - Wonder Woman was messing around with one of our castmates, a talented and highly respected local actor.

Who is engaged.

It's really hard for me to be disappointed in these circles. But today, I am.

UPDATE: It appears as though nothing happened. Apparently the box of condoms were not opened, and they were bought the day before. This is significant, as Wonder Woman had a guy coming into town the next day. So...now we think nothing happened.

UPDATE II: Snapple and I actually caught the dude coming out of Wonder Woman's room at 8 in the morning on our last day in Rockport. So...I was right.

no change

Still no internet. Still having to go to the library every day to check my e-mail, surf the web, conduct business. Still pissed off.

But...what are ya gonna do?

Under the two week mark left in Rockport. I realize more and more how much I like this place. I'm hopeful that I will get a chance to come back next year...sort of. As much as I love the town and the people, the theater barely pays me enough. Thank God I'm in the union.

More soon. I think I'm going to have to start writing blog entries in my notebook and then postdating them...

finally finished it!

I finally finished Harry Potter. It was excellent. It only took me two days to read it - I'm an exceptionally fast reader, averaging about 100 words an hour when I really get going - but I had to wait a week to get it from Amazon.co.uk. What can I say? I'm such a snob, I have to read the British version, you know, in its mother tongue...

Anyway, now I finally feel like I can surf the internet at will again, without worrying whether or not I will run into some spoiler. Good times.

Perhaps you'll see more of me now...if they get the internet up and running again at our complex...