Another on-location report.

I am in a rehearsal room in the music department of Cal State University, Fullerton. As I type this, Rob is practicing the music for his next play, a Christmas show called The Hopes and Fears of All the Years, a reading of which is being produced next week. In today's rehearsal, he will teach the actors some of the songs so he can hear them sung by people other than himself. I have heard him sing it before, so of course I think it is brilliant. If I did not, I would have excused myself to sit in Starbucks for four hours. My sacrifice of several Vanilla Crème Frappuccinos for this experience should indicate the high regard in which I hold it.

It has been a delightful few days. Last night, I saw Vanishing Point for the seventh time, a performance made all the better by the attendance of my friend Bob, who lives in Los Angeles, attends beauty school, and has his own band called Shuga Whipped. It turns out that Rob dated Bob's (female) cousin when they were both in their late teens in Tucson, Arizona, and she starred in the first musical that Rob wrote. Small world. After the show, we all retired to my rental car to listen to Shuga Whipped's new CD, which is absolutely phenomenal. I could dance to it all night long, should it be played in a smoke-free establishment. I love being around creative people.

Tomorrow is our first day free of the theater in a while (although it is rapidly filling up with social obligations), and we return to New York City on Tuesday on different flights. Wednesday, we are driving to Maryland, where Rob will meet my parents and we will spend time with my ex-boyfriend, Michael. We are then driving to Wisconsin and Michigan for two weeks, so please forgive any sporadic blogging. I am sure I will have a great deal to say, but my Internet access may be intermittent.