The first two days.

I promise I'll talk about my cast more soon.

3/4/08

So for the first time ever I’m really, really, comfortable on an airplane ride. Not to say that I don’t enjoy flying. I do, I really do. The problem has been that being as tall as I am, and broad shouldered I often feel cramped on these flights. Worried to take up to much space, worried that whomever is sitting next to me isn’t quietly cursing their bad luck to be seated next to a large person. I realize that is mostly my mind at work, but some things just become so ingrained. Such as being polite to whomever is sitting next to me. Today, though I have no one sitting next to me, in fact no one is sitting on either side of me. Whomever was supposed to be sitting in seats 14E and 14 F never showed, so for the first time ever I have a row to myself. It’s a nice way to start the second leg of my trip. With karma showing itself so blatantly, reminding me to keep my attitudes positive and my mind open.

You see earlier this morning when I arrived at the airport I went to Starbucks and placed my usual order of a venti mocha. I figured coffee would be a good thing considering how little sleep I had gotten the night before, and plus I had at least two hours to kill before my flight took off. So anyway I place the order and stand like a rat waiting for a pellet at the end of the counter. When an older woman, African American, wearing a very fancy scarf and sweater. Rushes up beside me and places her rather large purse on the pick up counter. She basically starts emptying out the contents of her purse all over it. I sighed heavily in mind. It seems when people travel they forget about most of the common courtesies. I don’t know if its because we focus so much on the the hassle of getting through security, finding our gates, and trying to convince ourselves the full to bursting bag should be considered a carry on. So this woman whom I’m sure was trying to find something drastically important in the fulfillment of her reaching her flight was forgetting that people needed to pick up their coffee from that counter. She hunted through packs of gum business cards, and hair clips finally finding five crumpled singles. She smiled at me broadly. I wasn’t sure why she needed the five bucks considering we all should have already paid before reaching the pickup counter, but I’m sure she had her reasons,

She held the five dollars tightly in her fist and swept everything else back into her purse in a single graceful motion. As if she was an old hand at vomiting up her life in public places, and then adeptly re-ingesting it back again into the black hole of her purse. The kind girl with the sad eyes, of someone who works in an airport starbucks politely called out. “VENTI MOCHA, UP!” I put down my bag and jacket so that I could receive my purchase and as I stood up I was greeted with an amazing sight. The woman was still smiling broadly at me, as she threw down the five dollars, grabbed MY mocha, threw that same smile to our disinterested barista, told her “keep the change!” and proceeded to quickly walk away with my mocha. I dumbly said “hey!” and she called back over her shoulder “thank you, sorry for the incovenience!”

WHAT THE FUCK? Was what the look both me and my barista shared. I briefly thought about chasing her down grabbing my mocha, throwing her to the ground, and then throwing the mocha, in her face. Was their really a person that existed that felt so self important that they could kidnap my coffee. Not even most of the people who grace the cover of US Weekly seemed that bold, and yet this woman had done just that. Should I punish her presumption, should I make a scene, a scene so large that it would make the final report in the evening news. The kind of reports that show the silly side of human life, where some guy has a woman arrested for “stealing(?)” his coffee. The more I thought of doing it the more ridiculous it seemed. I had two hours to go until my flight, almost a week to go until I got on the boat, and almost five months to go before I was home again where I could have a venti mocha that I could feel so protective of. Why bother hunting down a woman who needed caffeine more than I did. I simply showed my barista, my receipt, and within two minutes (two minutes where all she could talk about was how unbelievable that the woman had just done what she did, and I just nodded agreement not wanting to explain that as far as weird things in my life this hardly makes the top thirty) I had another mocha. I had been slightly inconvenienced and I feel now as I stretch my legs leisurely like a Persian cat on a leather sofa that patience, and kindness are truly sometimes rewarded.

Now if I could just get this bitch stewardess over here to give me another diet coke. Doesn’t she know who the fuck I am and that I have things to do?

3.5.08
So technically its now 3/6/08 but why quibble over numbers, I’ve met my cast and as far as I can tell I’m in very good shape. Don’t get me wrong I’m still horrible at meeting new people, and I harbor the suspicion that this new cast can’t really stand me. I’m sure I’m wrong but who knows we still have four months together. The apartment we’re staying at is once again amazing. It makes me hope that maybe just maybe I might get asked to perform in Chicago and stay in one of these places longer than a week. I am truly blessed. The apartment is great, the people are better (even if they secretly hate me). We did an hour meeting today and that was all we had to do. So I bought comic books and then watched a zombie movie which was delightfully bad. Once again totally blessed to have seen diary of the dead. WATCH IT! JUST FOR THE GUY WHO PLAYS THE FILM TEACHER. HE IS LIKE A GOOSE LAYING GOLDEN EGG AFTER GOLDEN EGG!

So the more important portion of today resides in me reconnecting with my oldest friend. I am ashamed to say in the last few years we haven’t spoken nearly as much as we should and I feel I am mostly to blame for that. What with being busy with shows and being married I feel like I have neglected one of my best friends in the world. I spent the evening with him and I realized just how long I’ve known him. TWENTY FUCKING YEARS!!!!! You know anyone that long, much less experienced what the two of us have experienced together (completely heterosexual hi-jinks of the highest order) and you realize how important those touchstones to your past are. Frankly my memory is so horrible that I could not name ten people I went to high school with, but thankfully I have that one person who is a key to the person I was that makes the roadmap to who I am so much clearer. I won’t go into to much detail but we went to a bar that we were practically the only patrons in and we were able to happily wallow in our past, and realize even though to the casual observer that our life paths are completely different, that we as human beings all go through the same shit. I love my friend now more than I think I ever have. Because his life is changing and in some ways he is so completely new to me and yet he reminds me of who I have been, and by who I have been I mean some of the best parts of who I am that I should always hold on to,

I’m two days in to this new experience and I’m extremely glad I’m here. Only because I am visiting myself from ten years ago, and realizing that I wasn’t such a bad guy after all.