Like a swallow to Capistrano, I have returned once again to swanky Dayton, Ohio, arts capital of Montgomery County. Rob picked me up at the airport yesterday afternoon, and we swooped in on the tech rehearsal of Wild Blue, which was a little rocky, but I got to experience the gorgeous lighting design and musical orchestrations for the first time. At the end of the evening, with the premiere in only three days, the directors and creative team decided to cut the penultimate number, which launched the group into a spate of brainstorming what might replace it. As I type this, Rob and his collaborators are huddled downstairs in Liv’s apartment, whipping everything into shape.

So this won’t turn into a boring, Mary Sunshine type of log entry, I will scrape the bottom of the barrel to find something to complain about. Um . . . on the morning of my flight, I got up early to let the new exterminator in. He showed up over an hour late and was very obviously either drunk or high on his own fumes; he knocked over piles of my possessions, leaked an immense puddle of insect poison on the kitchen floor, and left one roach trap under the sink. The entire experience took forty seconds, and by the time he left, my apartment looked like a disaster area.

Oh, and also, on the flight out, I sat next to five young men in their early twenties who were to be the pirates and Lost Boys in a Dayton production of Peter Pan. Though each was clearly as gay as is humanly possible to be, they were all comparing notes on their girlfriends. Too bad one is not allowed to use a cellular device on the plane . . . I would have called Dial-a-Clue and handed the phone over.