We were talking about Macbeth

and then two minutes before my show a string broke on my guitar. Did I salvage the night? Yes. Thanks to one of Michael's kid friends who just happen to have a guitar with him. Additionally, two minutes before the show ended, the last track (which includes music and voiceovers, for those of you who haven't seen it) started skipping. So we're looking up at nothingness "thinking" as the voiceovers are remix-style skipping. It was actually funny, and a quaint way to finish an otherwise fun night of performing.

You know what I love about this play?
That I get to eat two homemade chocolatechip/coconut/oatmeal cookies during the run of each performance. That and about twenty swedish fish (or gummi sharks, as we had tonight). Good thing there's only three performances left, otherwise this show would be giving me diabetes. But NOT good thing, since many of you haven't seen it and I would love that number to decrease. Especially those folks living in a little town between Sacramento and Fairfield *referencing only one folk in particular, but I don't know the singular for folk*. So, sugar rush and a Racer 5 are completing my night.

Where is everybody else tonight?
Someone's in the other room watching futball
Someone's standing in the motor court at the W
Someone's sitting on his couch playing Red Dead Redemption
Someone's sleeping on his couch with the silent TV glowing in his living room
Someone's in a condo in the outskirts of Sacramento with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face, lost in the moment.
Someone's in her tent asleep, the only sounds she hears the soft rolling of water a dozen feet away
Someone's kissing her boyfriend, wishing he really was Justin Beiber
Someone's kissing her husband, rolled up in bed, happy that he's the father of her beautiful children
Someone's in a trailer along the coast, thinking about the day she just had but excited to get home
Someone's in a car, talking at the top of her lungs and feeling free for the first time in weeks because things are looking good and she's surrounded by wonderful people
Somebody's staring at himself in the mirror, totally lost, would give anything to throw it all away and start over
Somebody lying next to a woman he doesn't love with children he doesn't know driving cars he doesn't care about to a job he doesn't like anymore
Somebody's digging through a full garbage can drinking leftover coffee cups and unwrapping crumpled fast food papers
Somebody's thinking about the love he can't wait to have
Somebody's sad about the love he left behind
Somebody's staring at the ceiling of his bedroom next to his sleeping wife, wondering how he got himself into all this mess but knowing that it was worth it. Every second of the work he's done up to this point was worth it
Somebody's typing and staring at a white screen, drinking a Racer 5 and thinking about all y'all
Goodnight guys
Mikie