Photo by G. Thomas Ward
I'm heading out the door in a few minutes to go down to Taylor's house, where he and I will catch a cab to the airport. Coincidentally, he and I are on the same flight--which is a good thing, since he may have to actually PUSH me onto the plane. Have I mentioned that I hate flying?
We are scheduled to be in San Francisco around 1:00 this afternoon. I've never been there but have heard it's beautiful. I've heard the Folsom Street Fair is quite the spectacle, too. I heard this from John (kneeling on the right in the photo above--the gentleman on the left is his partner, Chad, who's a member of our theatre company--I know, you thought it was me, didn't you? I get that all the time...)
The Joans are scheduled to play tomorrow afternoon at 12:45. I'm kind of excited--just mostly nervous about flying right now.
The cat's litter is clean, she has lots of food and water, and I'm switching off and heading out the door now. I hope I don't get hassled at the airport about the tiny bottles I put my shampoo and soap in.
What if I'm strip-searched?
See you Monday!