Home and Dry.
This is the last picture taken of me in New York. Amy and I were rushing into a bodega to get some roses for Carl and Dale for their first performance in The Big Voice.
We made it home intact, although we waited on the ground for TWO SOLID HOURS before our Jetblue plane took off. They were having problems getting the luggage balanced. Fine with me. It'd rather make it here in one piece after some waiting than crash and burn due to unbalanced luggage. (What a inscription for the tombstone: Died of Unbalanced Baggage.)
It felt so good to be in our real bed. The bed in New York was a tiny twin bed. Jim actually fell out of it the other night. The end of the bed hit us at about our knees and it sagged in the middle. Our bed here in LA is HUGE. It was like sleeping on a football field.
The cats look good. Thurber's having some digestion problems. He's not eliminating very well. He is 18 years old, that feisty little thing. So, we'll see what we can do to help him.
It feels to me like New York was this big amazing dream. And it's even more glorious that we found Carl and Dale to continue the run. Once the script and everything becomes second nature to them, I suspect the show will be better than ever. They are so, so very talented. And even more than that, they are unbelievably professional, the way they memorized and performed the entire show after only a couple of weeks. That's a LOT of work because it wasn't just the script, but the music and everything.
Today, I have a doctor's appointment. Now we'll see if I'm still alive. And tonight, we have the LA Drama Critics Circle Award ceremony where Jim is nominated for Best Solo Performance up against Lynn Redgrave and Jay Johnson. How's THAT for classy company?
So, all is well. We are home and dry. I can't help but feel, though, that New York has become my true home. I miss Mark and Amy and Devin and Stephen (Wilde) and Rhe De Ville (with whom I shot some video just before we left), Dale and Carl, Ed, Murphy, Paul, Jeff.. and many, many more. I feel like in a short four months we made an entirely new life for ourselves. I already miss everyone.
But one thing I won't miss is the snow. I'm going to run around this town in shorts and sandals for the next three weeks. And that's it!