Let's go Nyacking

Hello, gentle readers, from beautiful Nyack on the Hudson (which sounds like one is hitting on Ms. Jennifer from Dreamgirls) where we are staying for our show tomorrow in Tarrytown, NY, the location of the actual Sleepy Hollow. That's right--I get to Ichabod where the original Ichabod Ichaboded long before people developed the annoying habit of turning nouns (even proper ones) into verbs. This part of NY is lovely, or would be if it weren't chilly as a welldigger's witch and rainy as all get out. But it is thankfully not very far from our venue tomorrow nor is it very far from where we were this morning, namely Brooklyn College, where we discovered that Brooklyn kids can be just as quiet as Boston kids. The show went okay, even though I nearly wiped out during Tell Tale Heart, catching my back foot's heel on the coffin step as I jumped down to hit the old man with the lantern, causing me to skid and nearly fall flat on my ass. Luckily I was able to catch myself and get the hit off without too much trouble. But I was thinking the whole time, "If I wipe out right now, we might as well just go right on to Sleepy Hollow, because we'll never get the kids back from that." Add to that Alice coming on for the Monkey's Paw without the Monkey's Paw, and you can tell what kind of show it was. But we got through it and the people who came to see it seemed to like it. I refer to the friends and family of certain cast members. They enjoyed it.....for the most part. I got a very accurate review of the show from my guest, and since I agreed with everything said, it really is a good thing I am not coming back. I'm just tired of this right now, and need to move on. So here we go--moving on...

We ended up having to call Ryder to come and deal with the truck after we unloaded it since it died while I was backing it up to the loading dock. It turns out that when it went in for its maintenance, the guys at Ryder forgot to put the cap for the coolant back on, so coolant was sloshing around everywhere, and causing it to periodically think it had enough, then realize it didn't. So the guys jury-rigged a cap, filled the tank,a nd the truck works fine. Thank goodness that happened, since Levitt decided she wanted me to go in the truck after the show with Tim to take it to the local Ryder place to have it looked at. She would've gone, she said, except that her finger was making her shaky. This woman is constantly having serious issues with her health every couple of weeks, which happen to hang on just until her new ones arise. It's ludicrous. She was acting like an infected finger (which was now being treated with antibiotics) was going to go gangrenous on her and do her in. She makes my kidneys thrum.

The one moment of excitement came courtesy of Flo, who at lunch discovered that she didn't have her driver's license. She figured she had left it in her other jeans, so we continued on to the hotel, where she discovered that no, she hadn't left it in her other jeans. Nor her purse, nor the truck, nor the van. Nor had it fallen into MY bag which had been sitting underneath hers on the floor of the truck on Sunday. It apparently had vanished into thin air. (Wouldn't it be easier for something to vanish into THICK air?) Well, she found it. In the Italian pastry shop in Manhattan. Lucky for her, that's  mere 45 minute train ride. So back into the city she went, only to turn right back around and hop on the trian back as soon as she had the thing. She asked me to drive her and pick her up, which I was glad to do since she didn't need to be driven three hours across state lines, unlike some OTHER cast members....

The hotel we're staying in is a Best Western which has decided that amenities are overrated, so they offer none. No free coffee in the lobby, no laundry, no usable microwave for guests, not even any real continental breakfast. They have a wonderful restaurant in which you can get a free continental breakfast as long as you have a coupon and it strictly requires you to get coffee, juice or fruit, a bagel, toast or cereal, and that's it. Anything else needs to be paid for. Oy. I can only hope that the show at least goes easily tomorrow, though considering the size of Tarrytown (where the train station was, so I've seen it a couple times tonight) I can't imagine the space is going to be that big. We'll see. I would just like it if NY could get it together and realize it's SPRING. This cold rainy stuff can end. Right now. Consider it one of the first things I'll address in my administration. I mean come on--that's environmental, caused by global warming, or El Niño, or Nina Hartley, or something.... Pond in 2012--Springing it on America!