Or, Goodbye To All That For A Week Or So.
Just a heads up that I’ll be holed away in a compound in upstate New York with little connectivity, ergo, I won’t be on the in-tard-webs 24/7. Lest you think that’s code that I’m joining Lindsay Lohan and her ilk in some sort of rehab facility, set your minds at rest. Rather, I’m sequestering myself in a houseful of unruly actors. It’ll be more like prehab…we’ll be imbibing constantly, causing untold mayhem, and somehow rehearsing just enough to put on one semi-respectable performance of Twelfth Night. (“If music be the food of love…let’s get it on!”)
Then I’m off to L.A. for a few days to catch-up with some more
From thence I shall return to you, penniless, bloated, but hopefully with stories to tell. Or at least pictures to share, they being valued at a thousand words, approximately.