dances with doors

The other day I was attacked by a bathroom door. It punched me in the face... Literally. This is not something I have experienced before. I ran to the dressing room and promptly placed my hand down on the heating element of the coffee maker. All of this in the Masonic Temple in Cleveland. Coincidence? Certainly not! Luckily, all of my teeth survived. My ego? Bruised. My face? Bruised. It looks like someone's been smacking me around and that someone is Chamber Theatre. Hurts so good. Other highlights of the week include meeting a woman named Babette in Marietta, Ohio along with the Mayor (Babette was vastly more interesting) annnnd taking my first enthusiastic steps into the world of trucking. Nick and I had a real trucker tell us to have a safe drive at a gas station! Oh, and trucks have DUAL gas tanks! Nothing like pumping petrol in tandem. Did I just say that? Yes. Did I just barf all over my computer...Actually, no.