I have always really liked my new place, but now I LOVE it. We bought some window boxes for our little deck and planted some flowers. I am sitting outside, enjoying the night, drinking a beer, not studying my lines (more on that later), listening to a band cover some Grateful Dead from the bar across the trail, and looking at our flowers. I really like plants, and if that makes me a sissy, I think I can deal with it. It makes me feel good to take care a living thing. I especially like plants because if I kill it, I don't feel that bad, but if it thrives it makes me feel terrific.
For those of you that don't know, I am in the midst of rehearsal for another play. This time, I am not directing, thank God, just acting. It feels really good to be on the stage again. I feel like I am working on something important; solving real problems (yes, I know, ACTING problems), but problems I care about. This play has the potential to be excellent and I am excited. I will be posting soon about specifics (show dates, description of the play, etc.) very soon.
I have finally done something I've been wanting to do for a long time now. . . I bought a bike. About two weeks ago, I bit the bullet, put down the moolah and bought one. I have to tell you kids, I really like it. We live very near a trail that can get you all over the city. I have gone on several bike rides over 12 miles and I can't get enough. The bike on the left is very similar to mine. There is something about riding a bike that makes me feel like I am back in my old neighborhood riding over to a friends house to...ride our bikes around the neighborhood. The added bonus to all of this is that I think I have finally found an exercise activity that I will enjoy for awhile. I can also ride my bike to my other job, around the neighborhood, to the local watering hole; all the while feeling like a kid again and altogether wonderful, free and spiffy. If you don't have a bike, I suggest you get one. I have become ridiculously protective of mine and might kill if it means saving my bike. I about punched this guy in the face because he was leaning on it tonight at work. I love my bike...don't fuck with it.
My bike is so great, that on one of my lasts trips, I ran into Dave Matthews. Now, I will be the first to admit that I am not as big of a Dave fan as I used to be, but still DAVE MATTHEWS!!! He was the soundtrack to much of my late high school/college years and it was pretty cool to meet him. Dave, as I now call him, is a pretty cool guy and was willing to sign my script. I was riding my bike and saw a man walking towards me that looked very familiar, it just happened to be Dave. I said hello, asked him how he was and kept riding. Realizing that this might be a great opportunity to meet a pretty cool guy I went back and found no Dave. Long story short, I waited around and finally cornered him as he left a workout facility. We chatted some more, got the signature and he took off. Overall, a very cool experience and I owe it all to. . .my bike. The moon looks great, my beer is gone, I must go to sleep. G'Night all.
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