Yeah, I know. Heck it is March 25th. So, what has been happening to me? I became King… that’s what.
Here is proof. Like my court? Yeah, it is a frenzy of pith helmets and sarongs… a dream come true. So, yeah… I was asked to be King of this year’s Mardi Gras… and I obliged. It was fun… yes, it was.
But I digress… because earlier in the year I took a trip to San Francisco to meet up with some cousins I haven’t seen in over 25 years. Below is part of a post (in block quotes on the left) I fully intended to post… but didn’t. Here is pictorial proof that I did indeed meet with my cousins… and had a good time.
I’m blogging from my favorite coffee cart in SF… cable car coffee situated at the Powell St. station. For my money the best mocha in town can be found here… and coincidentally is what I’m sipping on. Wifi (free) courtsey of the SF Visitor Center. BTW… the other free signal is SF Free wifi and is strongest at Union Square.
As I write I am waiting to depart. On the street within 5 minutes after checking in to my hotel on Monday I was asked for directions. And why shouldn’t tourists think I’m a local? I’ve always been very comfortable in the city.
I mainly came up here for 4 nights to meet with my cousins who I haven’t seen in about 25 years. A fun time was had by all.
If that wasn’t enough I also flew to Seattle for a week. It was a working vacation… meeting with my actors and celebrating a friend’s birthday.
Here are my actors…
And here is where I stayed for the birthday weekend.
I liked Seattle and a lot of good work was done there.
Whoa, Lecram… work? What work?
If you must know… I wrote a new play. My first in over seven years. I went up to Seattle so that we (my actors and I) could do some “table work” before they flew here for rehearsals. Yes, that happened too.
The play, “Dancing in the Mist” premiered at the 2015 Rogue Festival. It went well and got some good reviews. So, yeah… that happened as well.
And now, I have a piss poor blog posting on most of the things that has been going on in my life. Yeah… it doesn’t rain… it pours.